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Vixen and Rorie were married in the spring, when the forest glades were yellow with primroses, the mossy banks blue with violets, and the cuckoo was heard with monotonous iteration from sunrise to sundown. They were married in the little village church at Beechdale, and Mrs. Scobel declared that Miss Tempest's wedding was the prettiest that ever had been solemnised in that small Gothic temple.
So Mrs. Scobel, who was an economical little woman, "did up" her silver-gray silk dinner-dress with ten shillings' worth of black tulle and pink rosebuds, and felt she had made a success that Madame Elise might have approved. Her faith in the silver-gray and the rosebuds was just a little shaken by her first view of Mrs.
The bride wore her gray silk travelling-dress, with gray hat and feather, and she and her husband went straight from the church to the railway station, on their way to untrodden paths in the Engadine, whence they were to return at no appointed time. "We are coming back when we are tired of mountain scenery and of each other," Violet told Mrs. Scobel in the church porch.
Scobel had bound so effectually across her eyes, when her outstretched hands clasped something a substantial figure, distinctly human, clad in rough cloth.
Thurloe, vol. ii. p. 476. * Scobel, p. 376. Thurloe, vol. vi. p. 425. v It appears that the late king's revenue, from 1637 to the meeting of the long parliament, was only nine hundred thousand pounds of which two hundred thousand may be esteemed illegal. v* Dr Walker, p. 14. v Thurloe, vol. i. p. 753. v * Thurloe, vol. ii. p. 414. v Thurloe, vol. vii. p. 667.
Those on Ireland nine thousand. At a medium, this tax might have afforded about a million a year. The excise, during the civil wars, was levied on bread, flesh-meat, as well as beer, ale, strong waters and many other commodities. After the king was subdued bread and flesh-meat were exempted from excise. Cromwell, in 1657, returned to the old practice of farming. * Scobel, p. 419.
They make me such nice little bob-curtsies when I meet them in the Forest, and they all seem fond of Argus. I'm sure you have made them extremely polite, Miss Pierson. I shall be very pleased to come to your school-feast, Mrs. Scobel; and I'll tell our good old Trimmer to make no end of cakes." "My dear Violet, pray don't think of putting Mrs. Trimmer to any trouble.
"And how " here he stopped, with a little nervous laugh; "I really don't think I should have known you if we had met elsewhere." "Perhaps Rorie would hardly know me," thought Vixen. "How are all the poor people?" she asked, when Mr. Scobel had resumed his seat, and was placidly caressing his knees, and blinking, or seeming to blink, at the fire with his binoculars. "Oh, poor souls!" he sighed.
"Do you think I am afraid of a long walk?" "Of course not. You were a modern Atalanta three years ago. I don't suppose a winter in Paris and a season at Brighton have quite spoiled you." "It shall be as you like, Mrs. Scobel," said Vixen, appealing to the Vicar's wife. "Oh, let us walk by all means," replied Mrs. Scobel, divining her husband's feelings with respect to Titmouse.
Lady Southminster drew the line at county families, naturally, but her kindly feelings allowed a wide margin for parsons, doctors, and military men and among these last Captain Winstanley received a card. Mrs. Scobel declared that this ball would be a grand thing for Violet.
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