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On this occasion Miss Unity was singularly favoured by fortune, although she had not gone to the deanery with any idea of finding help in her perplexity, for before she had been there five minutes the conversation took a most lucky turn. Mrs Merridew had been so much concerned lately, she said, about her dear Ethel's right shoulder.
Being well used to producing this effect on strangers, I did not hesitate a moment in saying what I wanted to say, before the lawyer found his way into Mr. Blake's room. "You have travelled here, I believe, in company with Mrs. Merridew and Miss Verinder?" I said. "Yes," answered Mr. Bruff, as drily as might be. Blake, until my experiment on him has been tried first?"
His mildness encouraged me to further efforts. I instanced cases of other young men of the world who had gone the way of the flesh and had ended at the devil. There was Merridew, once the hope of the party, now living in ignoble obscurity with an old and painted mistress, whom he detested, but to whom habit and sapped will-power kept him in thrall. There was Bullen, who blew his brains out.
Her presence cannot possibly be necessary; and a word from me, to that effect, would relieve both Mrs. Merridew and myself of a very unpleasant responsibility. Translated from polite commonplace into plain English, the meaning of this is, as I take it, that Mrs. Merridew stands in mortal fear of the opinion of the world.
I hurried to present myself, and found a tall, slim girl, who was plainly labouring under a considerable agitation. "Miss Merridew?" I said. "Yes," she murmured. "My name will be strange to you." "Am I right," I queried, "in supposing that you are the lady to whom Mr. Jopp " "I am! I am!" she replied. "And, oh, what shall I do?"
"Sabine," said Mrs Merridew, raising her voice, "has Penelope any cake?" The dean caught the name at once. "What!" he said, looking round, "is my old friend Miss Penelope there?" The dreaded moment had come. How Pennie wished herself anywhere else! "And how," said the dean, gently stirring his coffee and preparing to be facetious "how does that long job of needlework get on, Mrs Penelope?"
Encouraged by my aunt's manner, the vicar's wife grew patronising and kindly, and made it evident that she could do much to bridge the social gulf between ourselves and the people of family about us. I had just snatches of that conversation. "Mrs. Merridew brought him quite a lot of money. Her father, I believe, had been in the Spanish wine trade quite a lady though.
Bill Merridew drove stage that day; he was Steve Barclay's pardner pretty near the only man in camp that stood out for Steve when he was suspicioned of being in some sort of cahoots with the robbers. Steve Barclay's arm was still useless and Bill was reckoned the next best horseman in the world. The stage drew up in front of the Mears House.
One afternoon, feeling it impossible either to forget the subject or to find any answer to it, she put away her work and went to call upon the dean's wife, Mrs Merridew. If anything could change the current of her thoughts it would be a visit to the deanery, which she considered both a pleasure and a privilege.
Let me set this right before I close these leaves for the present, and join Mr. Blake. I received a few lines then, yesterday, from Miss Verinder. She has arranged to travel by the afternoon train, as I recommended. Mrs. Merridew has insisted on accompanying her.
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