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"Oh, he is still in the neighbourhood," said Maryllia, indifferently "He works for Sir Morton Pippitt, and I believe has found a home at Badsworth. His accounts are not yet all handed in to my solicitors. But I have a new agent now, a Mr. Stanways he is just married to quite a nice young woman, and he has already begun work. Mr. Stanways has splendid recommendations so that will be all right."
While she busied herself in opening the instrument and arranging her musics Walden took advantage of the diversion created by her entrance to address himself to the knight Pippitt. "If I can be of service to your friends in explaining anything about the church they may wish, to know, pray command me, Sir Morton," he said.
Maryllia smiled, she knew that kind of woman well; and paying only the most casual attention to her for the rest of the time, returned to her own place by the open windows and began to dispense the tea, while Sir Morton Pippitt opened conversation by feigning to recall having met her some two or three years back.
He addressed these observations to his daughter, Miss Tabitha Pippitt, but whether she heard them or not was scarcely apparent. At any rate, she did not answer.
Sir Morton Pippitt had passed from the sixties into the seventies, very little altered; still upright, still inflexible and obstinate of temperament, he ruled the neighbourhood, Riversford especially, as much as was possible to him now that much of the management of St.
"A thousand pardons!" he murmured, righting himself with an effort "So clumsy of me!" "Don't mention it!" said Maryllia, placidly "Will you hand bread- and-butter to Miss Pippitt, Do you take hot cake, Sir Morton?"
Once within the sacred building he was conscious of an exceptionally crowded congregation. None that he could see were missing from their usual places. Maryllia certainly was not there, but as she was admittedly not a church-goer, he did not expect her to be present. Badsworth Hall was entirely unrepresented, much to his relief; neither Sir Morton Pippitt nor Lord Roxmouth, nor Mr.
Sir Morton Pippitt at last got tired of talking scandal for which there seemed no visible or tangible foundation, and even his daughter Tabitha began to wonder whether after all there was not some exaggeration in the story Lord Roxmouth had given her to sow like rank seed upon the soil of daily circumstance?
"Yes!" repeated Walden, cheerfully, "We must see what we can do for her! My compliments to Sir Morton Pippitt, Bob, and say I will write." "Nothink else, sir?"
Of all the four, Adderley alone looked back with a half-appealing smile, and received an encouraging little nod for his pains a nod which said 'Yes you can come again if you like! The wheels of the Pippitt equipage crunched heavily down the drive, and as the grating sound died away, clear on the quiet air came the soft slow chime of the church-bells ringing.
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