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Updated: May 29, 2025
These thoughts were largely coloured with resentment at the fact of Windebank's not having followed up his unanswered letter by either another communication or a personal appeal. Soon she was torn by two emotions: hatred of the Devitts and awakened interest in Windebank; she did not know which influenced her the more.
"You won't be there much longer! Do you know why?" "Tell me about yourself," she said evasively, as she wondered if talking to Windebank were unfair to Perigal. "Do you remember this?" he asked, as he brought out a crumpled letter for her inspection. "It's my writing!" she cried. "It's the foolish, dear letter you wrote to me."
She took the Bible with her to the office, to read the "Song" twice during the interval usually allotted to afternoon tea. When she got back to Mrs Farthing's, she was long undecided whether she should go out to meet Perigal. The leanings of her heart inclined her to keep the appointment, whilst, on the other hand, her strong common sense urged her to decide nothing until Windebank came back.
Windebank did not heed the interruption; he went on: "Old Perigal, Charlie Perigal's father, is a rum old chap; lives alone and never sees anyone and all that. One day he asked me to call, and what d'ye think he said?" "Give it up." "Boy! you're commencing life, and you should know this: always bear in mind the value of money and the worthlessness of most women. Good-bye."
Windebank was fairly amenable, but Laud had pinned his faith to the Church of England, and was no more favourable to the Catholics than to the Puritans. He opposed Rosetti in every possible way, burned Catholic books publicly, and threw all his weight and influence in Parliament on the side that favoured the enforcing of the penal statutes.
Be that as it may, the privy council decided to take cognizance of an affair that was already the talk of the realm. Secretaries Coke and Windebank sent instructions to Henry Bridgeman, Bishop of Chester and successor to that Morton who had exposed the boy of Bilston, to examine seven of the condemned witches and to make a report.
Windebank further, that the King's procrastination was simply putting the sceptre into the hands of the Puritans, was ruining the State, his children, and himself, and that a really wise prince not only provides for the safety of his kingdom during his own life-time, but orders things in such a manner that at his death he secures his inheritance to his posterity.
These comprised bovril, tea, bacon, sugar, methylated spirit, bread, milk, a chop, a cauliflower, six bottles of stout, and three pounds of potatoes. Whatever shop she entered, Windebank insisted on accompanying her, and, in most cases, quadrupled her order; in others, bought all kinds of things which he thought she might want.
"Thank you," she said in an undertone, when they had reached the landing. "What for?" "All you've done." He turned on her such a look of pain that she did not say any more. Windebank sat on her right; General Sir William Ludlow on her left. Directly opposite was a little pasty-faced woman with small, bright eyes.
"Thinking of Windebank?" asked Perigal, noticing her silence. "Yes." "Lucky chap! But he's an awfully good sort, straight-forward and all that." Mavis again assented. "A bit obvious, though." "What do you mean by that?" "Eh! Oh, well, you always know what his opinions are going to be on any given subject." "I think he's delightful."
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