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Robin Purcas came by this morrow, and he lifted the latch, and gave me a word from Master Benold, that I was to carry on for he's got a job of work at Saint Osyth, and won't be back while Friday saith he, on Friday even, Master Pulleyne and the Scots priest, that were chaplains to my Lady of Suffolk, shall be at the King's Head, and all of our doctrine that will come to hear shall be welcome.
In this inlet of the sea is Osey, or Osyth Island, commonly called Oosy Island, so well known by our London men of pleasure for the infinite number of wild fowl, that is to say, duck, mallard, teal, and widgeon, of which there are such vast flights, that they tell us the island, namely the creek, seems covered with them at certain times of the year, and they go from London on purpose for the pleasure of shooting; and, indeed, often come home very well laden with game.
Osyth, but he always makes for Gunfleet and Kentish Knock Lightship at first. "D'Aubigné went into the drawing-office where he works out his calculations and all that, and he got out a flask of Benedictine. Over this, he told me some rather startling things about Carville.
"No, I'm nigh a stranger to these parts: I'm from the eastern side of the county. I can't tell you much about folks, if that be your meaning." "And what do you here, if you be a stranger?" "I've a job o' work at Saint Osyth, at this present." "What manner of work?" "I'm a fuller by trade." Robert had already recognised that he was talking to the Bailiff's searching party.
'Ah! if you would follow Emma's advice, and call the baby Osyth, after the first Prioress, you might have a chance from that quarter. It could not be Mr. Fotheringham, the only poet she could think of, and she could only beg to be told. 'There is one whom a Wrangerton woman should not forget. 'Lord St. Erme! You ARE laughing at me, Theodora. He never even saw Johnnie!
'It is worth all the gardens at Martindale. 'To be sure it is, said Emma, indignantly. 'It puts me in mind of St. Cross. 'But St. Cross is alive, not a ruin, said Emma, with a sigh, and she asked many questions about it, while showing Violet the chief points of interest, where the different buildings had been, and the tomb of Osyth, the last prioress.
Violet could hardly believe a maiden with such hopes and purposes could be her friend, any more than Prioress Osyth herself; and when, half-an-hour afterwards, she heard Emma talking over the parish and Sunday-school news in an ordinary matter-of-fact way, she did not seem like the same person. There were many vows of correspondence, and auguries of meeting next spring.
Osyth; the candles, little stars of light, burning far away upon the altar; the bearers of the household of the Claverings and the uncoffined corpses lying on their biers by the edge of the yawning graves; the mourners in their mail; the low voice of the celebrating priest, a Frenchman, Father Nicholas, chaplain to Acour, who hurried through the Latin service as though he wished to be done with it; the deep shadows of the groined roof whereon the rain pattered such were the features of this interment.
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