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"Good of you to come!" said the rector in a would-be hearty voice, but also with a genuine accent of pleasure. "All the afternoon I have been afraid of a telegram." "Why?" asked Malling, as they shook hands. "Oh, when one is anxious for a thing, one does not always get it. Ha, ha!" He broke into a covering laugh. "Here is a porter. You've only got this bag. Capital! I have a fly waiting.
Another man told the rector that his father had one day seen a sort of opening in the hill, and had looked in. "There he zeed a king sitting in a kind of a cave, with a golden crown on his head and beautiful robes on him." The best Arthurian story of all was the following.
"Yes, I'm glad we could come back," agreed Oliver pleasantly, though he appeared to Susan's quick eye to be making an effort. "By the way, I haven't spoken of your literary work," remarked the rector, with the manner of a man who is saying something very agreeable. "I have never been to the theatre, but I understand that it is losing a great deal of its ill odour.
The altered voice of the rector removed a part of the load that oppressed me, and I left the room, though with no little sensation of despondency. In about half an hour the apothecary came down. He had had a conversation with the rector, who I found could not endure the sight of me again, under my present forlorn or rather accusing form.
"So I persuaded him to advertise for an exchange, although he said it was a mere waste of money, as nobody in his senses would look at this parish. Then came the wonderful thing. After the very first advertisement yes, the very first arrived a letter from Mr. Tomley, rector of Monksland, where the stipend is 100 pounds a year better than this, saying that he would wish to inquire into the matter.
There is a degree of pomp and ceremony, which, however, is far from being unpleasant, at dinner in a large country-house. The party is frequently joined by the rector and his wife, a neighboring squire or two, and a stray parson, so that it frequently reaches twenty.
The rector maintained that physicians contracted a squint which turns their eyes inwardly, while the muscles which roll their eyes upward become palsied. The doctor retorted that theological students developed a third eyelid, the nictitating membrane, which is so well known in birds, and which serves to shut out, not all light, but all the light they do not want.
Crickett, had gone out to supper. She then came back to the inn and went to bed. 'Where's the landlord? said Manston. Mr. Springrove came up, walking feebly, and wrapped in a cloak, and corroborated the evidence given by the rector. 'Did she look ill, or annoyed, when she came? said the steward. 'I can't say. I didn't see; but I think 'What do you think?
He had waited there but a few minutes, when he was joined by another person, who asked him 'Well, Sir Robber, is it you? 'All right, sir; you see I am punctual, replied the robber. The other person was of course the rector. Without any further conversation, the two proceeded down Broadway, until they stood before the magnificent church of St. Paul's.
"I'm not much of an adviser, am I?" "Go on," urged Rector. "Something awakened me. Two men were talking nearby. I couldn't see them, but could hear every word they said. One of the two I recognized by his voice. The other I was unable to place. I got him placed right to-day though, when I heard him talking on deck. They are a precious pair of rascals, Ned.
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