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Puddicombe had not interfered in regard to the boys, and had, on the whole, shown himself to be a true friend. There was no need for him to advocate his cause to Mr. Puddicombe. But it was right, he thought, that that gentleman should know what he did; and it might be that he hoped that he would at length obtain some praise from Mr. Puddicombe. But Mr. Puddicombe did not like the letter.
It was not until she was in her room, with the door safely locked, that she commanded herself sufficiently to answer the clanging voice. "I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" she burst out. "It's a lie! a miserable, sneaking lie!" "Engaged to Blanche Puddicombe! Engaged to Blanche Puddicombe!" was the mocking retort. She dropped on her knees by the bedside and covered her face with her hands.
"Who is she?" queried Miss Major. "Why, that Puddicombe girl! He is engaged to Blanche Puddicombe didn't you know it?" "No, I hadn't heard." "Well, he is! They say the wedding isn't coming off till next spring. I guess he's bound to have all he can get out of his freedom till then he won't have much after he's tied to that silly-pate!" "She looks it all right! Her mother isn't any too smart."
"But it may be that Mr. Peacocke will like to find that the clergymen from his neighbourhood are standing with him." And so it was settled, that when the day should come on which the Doctor would take Mrs. Peacocke up with him to London, Mr. Puddicombe was to accompany them. The Doctor when he left Mr. Puddicombe's parsonage had by no means pledged himself not to send the letters.
"He wishes to ask questions about the Home, questions that I am better able to answer than Polly that is all! He is engaged to Blanche Puddicombe remember that, and don't be a dear, dear, where are those gray gloves! Oh!" as the needed articles were brought to sight. She ran downstairs and directly out of the big door, meeting no one.
In this emergency he went to Mr. Puddicombe, not, as he said to himself, for advice, but in order that he might hear what Mr. Puddicombe would have to say about it. He did not like Mr. Puddicombe, but he believed in him, which was more than he quite did with the Bishop. Mr. Puddicombe would tell him his true thoughts. Mr.
"You're awful good to say so! But what about Miss Puddicombe? I thought he was " "No, he wasn't. It was a mistake. They're cousins, distant cousins, that's all." "Well, well, isn't that funny! And I'm so glad for you that I don't know what to do! O-h! my! that was a pretty big pain! But I can bear it better now will you kiss me once, just once, Miss Sterling?"
"She knows him, too, and so does Mrs. Adlerfeld." "Oh!" repeated Miss Castlevaine. "I see him riding with that Miss Puddicombe a good deal lately. Guess she's trying to catch him." "They are coming now for certain!" exclaimed Mrs. Albright. Away in the distance the returning party could be discerned. Soon there was a waving of eager hands. The forward ones started on a race.
He was a little too pious, and perhaps given to ask questions. "So Mr. Peacocke isn't going to take the curacy?" There was a certain animation about the asking of this question by Mr. Puddicombe very different from Mr. Pearson's listless manner. It was clear to the Doctor that Mr. Puddicombe wanted to know.
"It is just the sort of letter that you would write, as a matter of course," said Mr. Puddicombe. "Then I hope that you think it is a good letter?" "Good as being expressive, and good also as being true, I do think it." "But not good as being wise?" "Had I been in your case I should have thought it unnecessary. But you are self-demonstrative, and cannot control your feelings."
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