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She was all at sea again, and knew not how to choose. If she were a Romanist, she would go into a convent; but Protestant convents she thought were bad, and peculiarly unfitted for the followers of Mr Stumfold. She had nothing to bind her to any spot, and something to drive her from every spot of which she knew anything.
Friends, or friend, she had none. It was a slow, heavy week with her, and it is hardly too much to say that every hour in it was spent in thinking of the attack which Mrs Stumfold had made upon her. When the first Sunday came, she went to church, and saw there Miss Baker, and Mrs Stumfold, and Mr Stumfold and Mr Maguire.
"Yes, and I don't blame Mrs Stumfold for wishing to get a husband for her friend, but it is hard upon me." "Really, Mr Maguire, I think that perhaps you couldn't do better." "Better than what?" "Better than take Miss Floss. As you say, some people like red hair. And she is very suitable, certainly. And, Mr Maguire, I really shouldn't like to interfere; I shouldn't indeed."
But Miss Mackenzie, who certainly was a Stumfoldian by her own choice, should not have used the name. She probably did not know the whole truth as to that passage of arms between Mr Paul and Mrs Stumfold, but she did know that no name in Littlebath was so odious to the lady as that of the rival clergyman.
With all the Stumfoldians she was on terms of mitigated friendship, and always went to Mrs Stumfold's fortnightly tea-drinkings. But with no lady there, always excepting Miss Baker, did she find that she grew into familiarity. With Mrs Stumfold no one was familiar.
Twice she did see a lady come out from the house next her own on the right, a stout jolly-looking dame, with a red face and a capacious bonnet, who closed the door behind her with a slam, and looked as though she would care little for either male Stumfold or female. Miss Mackenzie, however, made up her mind that this was not Miss Todd.
"I dare say it is so before company, and of course that's all right; it's much better that the dirty linen should be washed in private. Stumfold is a clever man, there's no doubt about that. If you've been much to his house, you've probably met his curate, Mr Maguire." "I've only been there once, but I did meet Mr Maguire." "A man that squints fearfully.
On this occasion Miss Mackenzie received her cup the first after the father of the house, but the words spoken to her were stern to the ear. "Perhaps you will put in the sugar yourself. It lightens the labour." Miss Mackenzie expressed her willingness to do so and regretted that Mrs Stumfold should have to work so hard. Could she be of assistance?
A full week passed by before this question was decided by the promised visit, a week during which the new comer never left her house at any hour at which callers could be expected to call, so anxious was she to become acquainted with her neighbour; and she had almost given the matter up in despair, thinking that Mrs Stumfold had interfered with her tyranny, when, one day immediately after lunch in these days Miss Mackenzie always lunched, but seldom dined when one day immediately after lunch, Miss Todd was announced.
"We generally open with a little prayer, and for that purpose our dear friends are kind enough to come to us punctually." Then Mr Stumfold got up, and pressed her hand very kindly. "I'm so sorry," Miss Mackenzie had uttered. "Not in the least," he replied. "I knew you couldn't know, and therefore we ventured to wait a few minutes.
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