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"I don't believe a word of it!" declared the eldest Miss Ittlethwaite, "I do not attend Mr. Walden's services myself, but I am quite sure he is an excellent man and a perfect gentleman. Nothing that Tabitha Pippitt can ever say, will move me on that point!" "I always had my suspicions!" said Mrs.
But I have promised her and I must not break my word!" He began to think about one or two matters that to him were not altogether pleasing. Chief among these was the fact that Sir Morton Pippitt had driven over twice now 'to inspect the church' accompanied by Lord Roxmouth, and the Reverend 'Putty' Leveson.
A certain vague awe stole over the gossips, however, when they heard that, whether rapid or non-rapid, 'Maryllia Van, as Sir Morton Pippitt persisted in calling her, was likely to be the future Duchess of Ormistoune.
"Come along, Miss Eden," he said in a low clear tone; "You are quite at liberty to practise as usual. Sir Morton Pippitt and his friends will not disturb you." Miss Eden smiled sedately and bent her head, passing by the visitors with an easy demeanour and assured step, and made her way to where the organ, small, but sweet and powerful, occupied a corner near the chancel.
Nay, it had been even known that Sir Morton had on one or two occasions himself read the Lessons in the absence of the late rector, who was subject to sore throats and was constantly compelled to call in outside assistance. To all this information John Walden said nothing. He was not concerned with Sir Morton Pippitt or any other county magnate in the management of his own affairs.
Sir Morton Pippitt during the uncomfortable pause of silence had grown purple with suppressed excitement.
As I was a-sayin', the chap wot I gets shrubs of, reels off 'is Latin like chollops of mud off a garden scraper; but 'e don't understand it while 'e sez it. Jes' for show, bless ye! It all goes down wi' Sir Morton Pippitt, though, for 'e sez, sez 'e: 'MY cabbages are the prize vegetable, grown by Mr. Smogorton of Worcester, F.R.H. 'E's got it in 'is Catlog! Hor! hor! hor!
The sudden exit of Maryllia from the scene took everyone by surprise. And when Miss Pippitt began to hiss a scandalous whisper concerning John Walden, and a possible intrigue between him and the Lady of the Manor, the 'county' sat up amazed. Here indeed was food for gossip! Here was material for 'local' excitement!
Naught in any wise partikler. Miss Vancourt 'as come 'ome to her own, an' she's 'ad a few friends from Lunnon stayin' with 'er. That's simple enough, as simple as plantains growin' in a lawn. Then Miss Vancourt's 'usband that is to be, comes down an' stays with old Blusterdash Pippitt at the 'All, in order to be near 'is sweet'art. There ain't nothin' out of the common in that.
The Educational authorities would not approve of your pronunciation, Bob, and I am endeavouring to save you future trouble with the Government. By the way, did Sir Morton Pippitt give you anything for bringing his note to me?" "Sed he would when I got back, sir." "Said he would when you got back? Well, I have my doubts, Bob, I do not think he will.
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