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It will probably be of no avail; but I think I ought to do so for the sake of those who come after me. I shall be able to bother him a good deal, if I can do nothing else," he added, laughing. "I feel, too, that I must quarrel with somebody, and I won't quarrel with dear old Puddleham, if I can help it."
The position which the Vicar held in the estimation of the Marquis of Trowbridge will probably be sufficiently well understood. The family at Turnover Park would have thought it a great blessing to have had a clergyman at Bullhampton with whom they could have cordially co-operated; but, failing this, they had taken Mr. Puddleham, the Methodist minister, to their arms. From Mr.
After all he, within his own Vicarage grounds, had all that it was intended that he should possess; and that he held very firmly. Poor Mr. Puddleham had no such firm holding; and why should he quarrel with Mr. Puddleham because that ill-paid preacher sought to strengthen the ground on which his Salem stood?
"The reverend gentleman was very ignorant of matters with which he ought to have been better acquainted," said Mr. Fenwick himself. "Very ignorant, indeed," said Mr. Puddleham. "My lord, I am inclined to think that we can assert our right to this chapel and maintain it. My lord, I am of opinion that the whole hierarchy of the Episcopal Established Church in England cannot expel us.
The strangest and most important piece of business going on at this time in Bullhampton was the building of a new chapel or tabernacle, the people called it a Salem, for Mr. Puddleham. The first word as to the erection reached Mr.
Grimes declared that there was time enough, and that he would have the work finished by the time fixed, unless, indeed, the Marquis should change his mind. Mr. Puddleham regarded this as a most improbable supposition. "The Marquis doesn't change his mind, Mr. Grimes," he said; and then he walked forth from Mr. Grimes's house with much offence.
Puddleham's flock as being equal to his own in the general gifts of civilisation. To Mr. Puddleham himself, he had been very civil, sending him fruit and vegetables out of the Vicarage garden, and lending him newspapers. When the little Puddlehams were born, Mrs. Fenwick always inquired after the mother and infant. The greatest possible care had been exercised at the Vicarage since Mr.
Puddleham he perceived the builder from Salisbury, who appeared to be very busy, Grimes, the Bullhampton tradesman, so lately discomfited, but now triumphant, Bolt, the elder, close at Mr. Puddleham's elbow, his own churchwarden, with one or two other farmers, and lastly, Lord St. George himself, walking in company with Mr. Packer, the agent.
It turns out now that I can send poor Puddleham adrift to-morrow, and he immediately becomes the hero of the hour. I wish your brother-in-law had not been so officious in finding it all out." Mrs. Fenwick postponed her story till the evening. "Where is Mary?" Fenwick asked, when dinner was announced. "She is not quite well, and will not come down. Wait awhile, and you shall be told."
He was painfully conscious of the guile of this young man, who had, as it were, cheated him out of that appropriate acerbity of religion, without which a proselyting sect can hardly maintain its ground beneath the shadow of an endowed and domineering Church. War was necessary to Mr. Puddleham.
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