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Winstanley must feel much happier now she is away." "I can't tell how she feels," answered the Vicar doubtfully; "but she does not look so happy as she did when Violet was at home." "The fact is she gives way too much," exclaimed active little Mrs. Scobel, who had never given way in her life.
Violet had arranged to drive Mr. and Mrs. Scobel in her pony-carriage. She was at the door of their snug little Vicarage at three o'clock; the vivacious Titmouse tossing his head and jingling his bit in a burst of pettishness at the aggravating behaviour of the flies. Mrs. Scobel came fluttering out, with the Vicar behind her.
When you come into the school-room they're all in a flutter; and they point at you awfully, don't they, Miss Pierson?" said Mrs. Scobel, appealing to the school-mistress. "Yes, ma'am. I can't cure them of pointing, do what I will." "Oh, they are dear little children," exclaimed Violet, "and I don't care how much they point at me if they really like me.
In their eagerness to get as much booty as possible, they allowed an officer, Major Scobel, to escape. As I arrived rather late on the battlefield, I cannot give any account of the order in which De la Rey placed his men, neither do I know the number of the enemy's dead and wounded, nor how many lives our victory cost us. I have never seen any official report concerning this battle.
"Didn't I tell you, mamma, that somebody would be dead," cried Violet. "I felt when we came into this house yesterday evening, that everything in our lives was changed." "I should hardly think mourning can be very becoming to Lady Mabel," ruminated Mrs. Tempest. "Those small sylph-like figures rarely look well in black." Mr. Scobel rose with an effort to make his adieux.
Percival, who took the name of Tempest, and sat for the borough of Perhaps Mrs. Scobel knows. I have such a bad memory for these things; though I have heard my dear husband talk about them often." Captain Winstanley looked round the great oak-panelled hall dreamily, and heard very little of Mrs. Tempest's vague prattling about her husband's ancestors. What a lovely old place, he was thinking.
"If the Duke doesn't bring them all home very soon the Duchess will go over to Rome," said Mrs. Scobel, with conviction. "She has been drifting that way for ever so long. Ignatius isn't high enough for her." The Reverend Ignatius sighed. He hardly saw his way to ascending any higher.
"Do you know, Violet, I am very much afraid that this marriage is rather the result of calculation than of genuine affection?" said Mrs. Scobel solemnly. "Oh, no doubt it will be a grand thing to unite Ashbourne and Briarwood, but Roderick Vawdrey is too honourable to marry a girl he could not love.
Scobel, with the children and their master and mistress, came marching up the hill, singing, with shrill glad voices, one of the harvest-home processional hymns. "All good gifts around us Are sent from heaven above, Then thank the Lord, oh thank the Lord, For all His love." "What a delicious night!" cried Mr. Scobel. "I think we ought all to walk home. It would be much nicer than being driven."
Scobel was sitting in a low chair on the other side of the hearth, with his knees almost up to his chin and his trousers wrinkled up ever so far above his stout Oxford shoes, leaving a considerable interval of gray stocking.
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