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Updated: June 12, 2025
Thou thou hast the words of eternal life!" "Only a few days or weeks," murmured Meynell, as they passed out into the evening light, "and we two and those men singing there shall be outcasts and wanderers, perhaps for a time, perhaps while we live.
His own mind was for the time being tranquillized. It was as though he said to himself, "I know that trouble will come back I know that doubts and fears will pursue me again; but this hour this blessing is from God!"... The sun was high in a dewy world, already busy with its first labours of field and mine, when Meynell left the cottage. The church clock was on the stroke of eight.
Meynell stood motionless. But the mind reacted in a flash. He thought "Now I shall know what she told him in those two hours!" "The Rector will be back, sir, direckly. I was to I tell you so pertickler. They had 'im out to a man in the Row, who's been drinkin' days, and was goin' on shockin' his wife was afraid to stop in the house. But he won't be long, sir."
That very morning an article in the Modernist signed R. M. had sounded a note of war, so free, lofty, and determined, that men were proud to be on Meynell's side in such a battle. On the following Tuesday the Arches Trial was to begin. Meynell was to defend himself; and the attention of the country would be fixed upon the duel between him and the great orthodox counsel, Sir Wilfrid Marsh.
It was clear she had been reading everything she could on the subject, and feeding upon it in a loneliness, and under a constraint, which touched Meynell profoundly. The conflict in her between a spiritual heredity the heredity of her father's message and her tender love for her mother had never been so plain to him.
"I don't think we need have any fear of opposition from children or grandchildren of Susan Meynell," he said; "I have found the registry of her interment in the churchyard of St. Giles's, Cripplegate.
Meynell, whispering, pointed out that the right leg was broken below the knee. He himself had put it in some rough splints, made out of the poles the shepherds were carrying. Both Catharine and Mary had ambulance training, and, helped by their two maids, they did all they could. They cut away the soaked clothes.
And yet they smiled, the presence of the child still enwrapping them. "Excuse these domesticities," said the Bishop, "but there was such woe and lamentation just before you came. And childish griefs go deep. Bogies of all kinds have much to answer for!" Then the Bishop's smile disappeared. He beckoned Meynell to a chair, and sat down himself.
The hall door opened with a loud bang and a woman's noisy laugh could be heard as a pelter of high-heeled shoes came along the tesselated hall and then the vision of a pretty girl at the doorway, accompanied by a man and two women. "Hallo, Jack! You are home before me, then." "Bella, my dear, I must introduce you to an old friend of mine: Meynell, my wife." Bella bowed a little coldly.
They applied warmth in every possible form; they got down some spoonfuls of warm milk and brandy, dreading always to hear the first sounds of consciousness and pain. They came at last the low moans of one coming terribly back to life. Meynell returned to the room, and knelt by her. "Hester dear child! you are quite safe we are all here the doctor will be coming directly."
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