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And there were a dozen things on which he himself must come to a decision. There was the first, the question as to where he was to go for Easter, and how he was to tell his father; what to do if his father forbade him outright; whether or no the priests of the district should be told; what to do with the chapel furniture that was kept in a secret place in a loft at Matstead.
At Easter, he observed, he would take the bread and wine in Matstead Church, and Robin would take them too. The sun stood half-way towards his setting as Robin rode up from the valley, past Padley, over the steep ascent that led towards Booth's Edge. The boy was brighter a little as he came up; he had counted above eighty snipe within the last mile and a half, and he was coming near to Marjorie.
Garlick? This is Mr. Audrey, of Matstead." They saluted one another gravely. "Mr. Audrey is a Catholic, too, I think?" Robin answered that he was. "Then I have news for you, gentlemen. A priest, Mr. Simpson, is with us; and will say mass at Tansley next Sunday. You would like to speak with his reverence?" "It will give us great pleasure, sir," said Anthony, touching his horse with his heel.
He had seemed all shaken, said Robin; he had spoken to him quietly, holding in the anger that surely must be there, the boy thought, without difficulty. And the upshot of it was that no more had been said as to Robin's leaving Matstead for the present not one word even about the fines.
"I could not give you absolution so long as you intended to kill her Grace." Anthony made an impatient gesture. "See here," he said. "Let me tell you the whole matter from the beginning. Now listen." He settled himself again in his chair, and began. "Robin," he said, "you remember when I spoke to you in the inn on the way to Matstead; it must be seven or eight years gone now?
R." He folded this and addressed it with the proper superscription; and left it lying there. It was a strange ride that he had back from Tansley next morning after mass. Dick Sampson had met him with the horses in the stable-court at Matstead a little after four o'clock in the morning; and together they had ridden through the pitch darkness, each carrying a lantern fastened to his stirrup.
As they came towards Matstead, and, at last, rode up the street, naturally enough Marjorie again began to think of Robin. As they came near where the track turned the corner beneath the churchyard wall, where once Robin had watched, himself unseen, the three riders go by, she had to attend to her horse, who slipped once or twice on the paved causeway.
It was a great day and a solemn when the squire of Matstead went to Protestant communion for the first time. It was Easter Day, too, but this was less in the consideration of the village. There was first the minister, Mr. Barton, in a condition of excited geniality from an early hour.
Then, as he rode through into the court on to the cobbled stones, a man ran out from the stable to take his mare from him. "Master Babington is here," he said. "He came half an hour ago." "He is in the hall?" "Yes, sir; they are at supper." The hall at Matstead was such as that of most esquires of means.
So, by little and little, the breeze stirred like a waking man; cocks crew from over the hills one to the other; dogs barked far away, till the face of the world was itself again, and the smoke from Matstead rose above the trees in front.
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