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Updated: June 25, 2025
Almost instantly the long-faced butler, half undertaker, half parish-clerk, opened the door; and seeing the rector, drew it wide to the wall, inviting him to step into the library, as he had no doubt Mrs. Ramshorn would be at home to him.
And now, as one sometimes wonders what he shall dream to-night, she sat wondering what new thing, or what old thing fresher and more alive than the new, would this day flow from his heart into hers. The following is the substance of what, a few hours after, she did hear from him. His rector, sitting between Mrs. Bevis and Mrs. Ramshorn, heard it also.
One very simple sifting rule would be, that no one should be admitted to holy orders who had not first proved himself capable of making a better living in some other calling." "I cannot go with you so far as that so few careers are opened to gentlemen," rejoined Mrs. Ramshorn. "Besides take the bar, for instance: the forensic style a man must there acquire would hardly become the pulpit.
Ramshorn hurried into the garden to protest, but protested in vain, and joined the little procession, walking with Helen, like a second mourner, after the bier. They crossed the lawn, and through a double row of small cypresses went winding down to the underground passage, as if to the tomb itself. They had not thought of opening the door first, and the place was dark and sepulchral.
At length she betook herself to the Thousand and One Nights, which she had never read, and found very dull, but which with Leopold served for what book could do. In the rest of the house things went on much the same. Old friends and their daughters called on Mrs. Ramshorn, and inquired after the invalid, and George Bascombe came almost every Saturday, and stayed till Monday.
"Extraordinary young man!" exclaimed Mrs. Ramshorn as they left the church, with a sigh that expressed despair. "Is he an infidel or a fanatic? a Jesuit or a Socinian?" "If he would pay a little more attention to his composition," said Bascombe indifferently, "he might in time make of himself a good speaker.
Ramshorn: Charity herself does not require of a man to cast his precious things at the feet of my lady Disdain; but he must reply. "Yes," he said, "the great evil in the church has always been the presence in it of persons unsuited for the work there required of them.
I wonder whom he got to help him not the rector, I suppose?" "The rector!" echoed Mrs. Ramshorn, who had been listening to the young people's remarks with a smile of quiet scorn on her lip, thinking what an advantage was experience, even if it could not make up for the loss of youth and beauty "The last man in the world to lend himself to such a miserable makeshift and pretence!
Ramshorn remarked that the curate was certainly a most dangerous man particularly for young people to hear he so confounded all the landmarks of right and wrong, representing the honest man as no better than the thief, and the murderer as no worse than anybody else teaching people in fact that the best thing they could do was to commit some terrible crime, in order thereby to attain to a better innocence than without it could ever be theirs.
But when Leopold uttered himself thus, she felt that the current of events had seized her, and that she could only submit to be carried along. The next day the curate called again on Leopold. But Helen happened to be otherwise engaged for a few minutes, and Mrs. Ramshorn to be in the sick-room when the servant brought his name.
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