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"This gentleman is my Lord Twemlow's chaplain, whom he sends to exhort you, requesting you to have the civility to hear him." "Exhort be damned, and Twemlow be damned too!" cried Sir Jeoffry, who had a great quarrel with his lordship and hated him bitterly. "What does the canting fool mean?" "Sir," faltered the poor message-bearer, "his lordship hath hath been concerned having heard "
"This very week he comes to us, and he and I are cronies, yet he has blabbed nothing of what is being buzzed about by all the world." "He has learned how to keep a closed mouth," said Mistress Clorinda, without asking a question. "But 'tis marriage he is so mum about, bless ye!" said Sir Jeoffry. "And that is not a thing to be hid long. He is to be shortly married, they say.
"'Tis not time," answered the old nurse acidly, taking her tone from his own. "But there is one, but an hour old, and my lady " "Be damned to her!" quoth Sir Jeoffry savagely. "A ninth one and 'tis nine too many. 'Tis more than man can bear. She does it but to spite me."
"Wouldst have thought I was too old to change," answered she, "but I was not. Did I not tell thee I would be a great lady. There is naught a man or woman cannot learn who hath the wit." "Thou hadst it, Clo," said Sir Jeoffry, gazing at her with a sort of slow wonder. "Thou hadst it. If thou hadst not !" He paused, and shook his head, and there was a rough emotion in his coarse face.
Had she been of the build ordinary with children of her age, she could not have stayed upon his back; but she sat him like a child jockey, and Sir Jeoffry, watching and following her, clapped his hands boisterously and hallooed for joy. "Lord, Lord!" he said. "There's not a man in the shire has such another little devil and Rake, 'her horse," grinning "and she to ride him so.
"What is't, Jeoff?" old Eldershawe cried, touching his shoulder with a shaking hand. "What's the man staring at, as if he had gone mad?" "Jack," cried Sir Jeoffry, his eyes still farther starting from their sockets. "Jack! what say you? I cannot hear." The next instant he sprang up, shrieking, and thrusting with his hands as if warding something off. "Keep back!" he yelled.
So it was that the boy turned towards his kinsman with interest, for in some manner the mishaps of this wretched family always moved him. "Of Sir Jeoffry?" he said. "Of Sir Jeoffry," my Lord Dunstanwolde answered; "but not so much of himself as of his poor lady. At last she is dead." "Dead!" Roxholm exclaimed.
A dazzling mien indeed she possessed, and ready enough she was to shine before them. Sir Jeoffry was now elderly, having been a man of forty when united to his conjugal companion. Most of his friends were of his own age, so that it had not been with unripe youth Mistress Clorinda had been in the habit of consorting. But upon this night a newcomer was among the guests.
In those days surely I was mad and blind." "Wildairs village is no credit to its owner," grumbled Sir Jeoffry. "Wherefore should it be? I am a poor man I can do naught for it." "I can," said my Lady Dunstanwolde.
Her marriage having displeased her family, and Sir Jeoffry having a distaste for the ceremonies of visiting and entertainment, save where his own cronies were concerned, she had no friends, and grew lonelier and lonelier as the sad years went by.
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