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He heard no more of the metropolitan press, and was surprised to find that the 'Broughton Gazette' inserted only a very short paragraph, in which it stated that "they had been given to understand that Mr. and Mrs. Peacocke had resumed their usual duties at the Bowick School, after the performance of an interesting ceremony in London, at which Dr. Wortle and Mr. Puddicombe had assisted."
Inwardly, however, she amended, "Maybe I shan't!" thinking of Mrs. Puddicombe. But once seated at the quaint little table, in the old high-backed chair, eating what tasted better than the best chicken that ever went into an oven, Juanita Sterling forgot Mrs. Puddicombe and her daughter Blanche, and smiled upon everything.
"But she blushes, so I guess she'll go when he does ask her." "Perhaps she's trying to cut out Miss Puddicombe," suggested Miss Major. "She hasn't told us a thing he said to her," winked Miss Mullaly. "They had time for lots of love scenes all those long miles'" "An auto isn't the best place in the world for love-makin'," giggled Miss Crilly. "Now you stop bothering her!" cried Mrs. Albright.
Having done this, he went up to London, and made arrangements for having the marriage celebrated there as soon as possible after the arrival of Mr. Peacocke. And on his return to Bowick, he went off to Mr. Puddicombe with a copy of his letter in his pocket. He had not addressed a copy to his friend, nor had he intended that one should be sent to him. Mr.
Puddicombe, endeavouring to be pleasant in his manner. "But not with my prudence." "Not with your prudence," said Mr. Puddicombe, endeavouring to be true at the same time. But the Doctor's greatest difficulty was with his wife, whose conduct it was necessary that he should guide, and whose feelings and conscience he was most anxious to influence.
The story so disturbed him, that during the whole of that afternoon he did not attempt to turn his mind to any other subject. He even went so far as to send over to Mr. Puddicombe and asked for some assistance for the afternoon service on the following day. He was too unwell, he said, to preach himself, and the one curate would have the two entire services unless Mr. Puddicombe could help him.
THE Doctor had been all but savage with his wife, and, for the moment, had hated Mr. Puddicombe, but still what they said had affected him. They were both of them quite clear that Mr. Peacocke should be made to go at once. And he, though he hated Mr. Puddicombe for his cold logic, could not but acknowledge that all the man had said was true.
Puddicombe came down from the church to the rectory, Lord Carstairs was walking home after the afternoon service with Miss Wortle. It was his custom to go to church with the family, whereas the school went there under the charge of one of the ushers and sat apart in a portion of the church appropriated to themselves. Mrs.
Puddicombe, a clergyman without a flaw who did his duty excellently in every station of life, was one who would preach a sermon or take a whole service for a brother parson in distress, and never think of reckoning up that return sermons or return services were due to him, one who gave dinners, too, and had pretty daughters; but still our Doctor did not quite like him.
"Why, you you weren't anxious to go to ride with me!" "How do you know? Miss Sniffen got the invitations, not I!" "I gave you one, face to face!" "0-h, up in the pasture!" "Yes. You offered no reason for your refusal." "I couldn't! I supposed that you were engaged to Miss Puddicombe." "And you were afraid she wouldn't like it?" "You are not a good guesser.
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