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But Maryllia Vancourt needs no paint, she can afford to be natural. Is that the parson?" Walden was just entering the room, and Longford put up his glasses. "Yes," he replied "That is the parson. He is not without character." Roxmouth became suddenly interested.
John Walden presents his compliments to Miss Vancourt, and begs to inform her " No, that would never do! 'Begs to inform her' sounded almost threatening. The Rev. John Walden might 'beg to inform her' that she had no business to wear pink shoes with high heels, for example.
'Tain't Miss Vancourt, -'tain't no one nor nothink wot I knows on, but I'm blowed if he worn't sittin' under that tree, like a great gaby, a' fastenin' a mis'able threepenny bit to 'is watch-chain! Did anyone ever 'ear the like! A threepenny bit with a 'ole in it! To think of a man like that turnin' to the sup'stitions o' maids an' wearin' a oley bit o' silver!
And presently one morning came, warm with the breath of summer, sunny and beautiful, when the window was solemnly re- consecrated by Bishop Brent at ten o'clock, a consecration followed by the loud and joyous ringing of the bells, and a further sacred ceremony, the solemnisation of matrimony between John Walden and Maryllia Vancourt.
"Please do not mistake me, Miss Vancourt," he said gravely, and with emphasis "I should be sorry if you gathered a wrong opinion of me at the outset of our acquaintance. As your minister I feel that I ought to make my position clear to you. You say that I have probably followed the trend of modern thought and I presume that you mean the trend of modern thought in religious matters.
Walden, oh, sir, I can't tell you! I can't indeed! it's about Miss Vancourt oh poor dear little lady! oh-oh! I can't I can't say it! I can't!" "Don't ye try, my gel!" said Bainton, gently "You ain't fit for't, don't ye try! Which I might a'known a woman's 'art couldn't abear it, nor a man's neither!"
He had no sympathy with sporting or betting men and he knew by repute that Lord Charlemont and Bludlip Courtenay were of this class. Then again, deep down in his own soul, he resented the fact that Maryllia Vancourt entertained this sort of people as her guests. She was much too good for them, he thought, she wronged herself by being in their company, or allowing them to be in hers!
"Quel ravissement de la lune!" exclaimed a deep guttural voice at this juncture, and Louis Gigue came out from the dark embrasure of the Manor's oaken portal into the full splendour of the moonlight "Et la belle Mademoiselle Vancourt is ze adorable fantome of ze night! Et milord Roxmouth ze what-you-call? ze gnome! ze shadow of ze lumiere! Ha-ha!
She gave him a quick side-glance of enquiry. "I suppose you have been told something about me?" she said "Something which represents me otherwise than as I represent myself. Have you?" At this abrupt question John fairly started out of his semi- abstraction in good earnest. "My dear Miss Vancourt!" he exclaimed, warmly "How can you think of such a thing!
"If all fails," mused Walden presently, his thoughts again reverting to the Five Sisters' question, "If Bainton does his errand awkwardly, if the lady will not see him, if any one of the thousand things do happen that are quite likely to happen, and so spoil all chance of interceding with Miss Vancourt to spare the trees, why then I will go myself to-morrow morning to the scene of intended massacre before six o'clock.
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