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"Then, I suppose," said Mr Mawley, "that you agree with the writers of Essays and Reviews?" "Suppose nothing, my dear Mawley," said the vicar, kindly but seriously, "except what you have facts to vouch for. I do not say I agree with them or not." "And do you think the hare chewed the cud, as Colenso says?" asked Baby Blake, with such a serious face that we could not help laughing at her.
"Oh, I've just heard something that surprised me," I said. "I've been told that Mr Mawley is going to get married." "Well, that's news to me," she said. "I haven't heard it before. But what if he is going to be married are you so sorry on his account, or for the lady?" she continued, in a bantering tone she always liked a bit of a joke "I never thought you took such an interest in Mr Mawley!"
As I recalled the incidents of the evening, I could not help allowing to my conscience that Mr Mawley the curate, whom I disliked, had shown himself a gentleman, where I had only acted like a snob; while Horner, a man whom I, in my conceit, had looked down upon and affected to despise as an empty-headed fop and nonentity, was a prince beside me!
The labour of Protestantism will not be accomplished by the pharisaical mode of priding ourselves on our faith, and damning that of every one else! Our mission is to preach the Gospel pure and simple. Too much time, too much money, too much of true religion is wasted, in our common custom of trying to proselytise others! We should look at home first, Mawley."
Mawley would probably have gladly lingered yet awhile longer amid the festive scenes of clerical bachelorhood, flirting in a devout way, of course under the shade of the church, with Chloe and Daphne, those unappropriated spinsters of the parish who took pleasure in ministering to the social wants of the curate and others of his cloth. But, it was not to be.
A landed proprietor who preserves his pheasants and his fish with the usual strictness, can not allow himself to be prosecuted for poaching. The Terror rang the bell firmly; and Mawley, the butler, surprised at the coming of visitors at so late an hour, opened the door himself. "Good evening, Mr.
Mr Mawley is a clergyman of the parish, and Mr Horner the nephew of a gentleman whom I have known for years!" Ah! she did know about Horner's expectations, then; I thought she did!
"I thought that you did not want me, Min; and I wished myself away, when I saw you speaking to every one else that came, as if you did not care to speak to me. I was very unhappy, and " "Oh, Frank!" she said; "unhappy!" "Yes," I said, "I was never more so in my life. I believed you preferred speaking to Mr Mawley and Horner, to talking to me, and I thought it very unkind of you."
If he wants `a share in the government, why, he should help to support it: that's what I say!" And the vicar then went off into a tirade against class legislators and radical politics, not forgetting to animadvert, too, on the "Manchester School" his great bete noir. "I wonder what Mr Mawley would say, to hear you run down his favourite party so!"
Lady Dasher was, for a wonder, wise in her generation; and, the twain not my lady and Mawley, but her daughter and ditto were married within a month after the public announcement of their attachment, much to the surprise of Saint Canon's, the mortification of sundry single ladies thereof, and the well-disguised delight of Lady Dasher, who, even on such a festive occasion, looked more melancholic than ever.
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