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Jim replied that he had not, and the Squire said, "By the bye, Jim, I see that fellow Mackenzie came home in the Punjaub. The papers are full of him this evening. Did you happen to meet him?" Jim said that he had shared the same cabin, and that Mackenzie had promised to spend a week-end at Mountfield some time or other. "We are going to make a lion of him in London," said Humphrey.
We get on wonderfully well after that; but it is a pretty room, isn't it, Dick?" She had her arm in Cicely's, and pressed it sometimes as she talked, but she did not talk to her. "It's an uncommonly pretty room," said Dick. "Might be in Grosvenor Square. Where did you and Walter get your ideas of furnishing from, Muriel? We don't run to this sort of thing at Kencote and Mountfield.
What her honesty of mind impelled her to was the discovery of the root from which this femininely instinctive decision had flowered. What were her reasons for not wanting to marry Jim now, or soon; and would they take from her, when examined, that always present but always unstated possibility of some day finding herself living at Mountfield as his wife?
"You can't think how bucked up I am to think that I need never leave Mountfield again as long as I live. That's what's so jolly about having a place of your own. It's part of you. You feel that, don't you, Cicely?" "Well, as I haven't got a place of my own, Jim, I don't know that I do." "When those beastly death duties are paid off," Jim began, but Cicely would not let him finish.
The ubiquitous twins were in the stableyard when he rode in, raiding the corn bin for sustenance for their fantails. "Hullo, Jim, my boy," said Joan. "You're quite a stranger." "You'll stay to lunch, of course," said Nancy. "How are the birds at Mountfield? I think we ought to do very well here this year." "Where is Cicely?" asked Jim, ignoring these pleasantries.
The immediate surroundings of Mountfield were prettier than those of Kencote. The house stood at the foot of a wooded rise, and its long white front showed up against a dark background of trees.
Graham of Mountfield, Meadshire, but the Bathgate Herald and South Meadshire Advertiser devoted two of its valuable columns to a description of the ceremony, a list of the distinguished guests present, and a catalogue of the wedding presents. No name that could possibly be included was left out.
Then Cicely asked if she might have Kitty, the pony, for the morning, and the Squire at once said, "No, she'll be wanted to take up food for the pheasants," after which he retired to his room, but immediately returned to ask Cicely what she wanted the pony for. "I want to go over to Mountfield," said Cicely. "Very well, you can have her," said the Squire, and retired again. Mrs.
Hosmer's Young Sir Henry Vane, Boston, 1888, should be read in the same connection; and one should not forget Carlyle's Cromwell. See also Tulloch, English Puritanism and its Leaders, 1861, and Rational Theology and Christian Philosophy in England in the Seventeenth Century, 1872; Skeats, History of the Free Churches of England, London, 1868; Mountfield, The Church and Puritans, London, 1881.
What about those rascally death duties?" "It's only a question of income," said Jim shortly. "And I'm going to let Mountfield for a year or two." The Squire's jaw fell again. "Let Mountfield!" he cried. "O my dear fellow, don't do that, for God's sake. Wait a bit longer. Cicely won't run away. Ha! ha! Why she did run away what? Look here, Jim, you're surely not worrying yourself about that.
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