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The new truth of the future will emerge from it as a bud from its sheath, taking here and leaving there. He sat looking into the fire, forgetting his wife a little. 'Well, any way, I'm sure you and I won't have anything to do with it, said Lucy positively. 'I don't a bit believe Lady Driffield will have to work in the mills, though Mrs. Shepton did say it would do her good.
The country squire appeared to be somewhat taken aback at this shower of London compliments. 'Ahem, sir! Yes, sir! said he, bobbing his head. 'Glad to see you, sir! Most damnably so! But these men, sergeant? Time presses, for to-morrow is Shepton market, and I would fain see my old twenty-score boar once more before he is sold. There is a beefy one. I'll have him.
E. of Hatch Beauchamp Station, gets its distinguishing name from the same Norman lords who once owned Shepton Mallet and who had a castle here. Its church, which has a good deal of panel-work, contains a large altar-tomb, and some quaint 17th-cent. mural monuments. Curry, North, is a considerable and attractive village, 2 m. S.E. of Durston, lying off the main roads.
S.W. of Ilminster, from which it is most directly approached by a footpath. The church is Perp., and has been well restored. There is a stoup at the W. entrance, and another in the N. chapel. In the parish are the remains of an old manor house. Doulting, a small village 2 m. E. from Shepton Mallet, on the road to Frome.
S. from Shepton Mallet, with a station on S. and D. line to Glastonbury. The W. tower carries a lead spire. Its chief interest is its general comeliness. It has neither chapels nor monuments. Penselwood, a parish 4 m. N.E. of Wincanton. It occupies high ground, which in early times has been strongly defended.
Why, the mill people were very happy most of them. 'Ah well! said Mrs. Shepton, recovering herself, 'what we have to do we intelligent middle class for the next generation or two, is to drive these aristocrats. Then it will be seen what is to be done with them finally. Well, Mrs. Grieve, we must amuse ourselves. Au revoir! My husband has some writing to do, and I must go and help him.
I should have saved a shilling, perhaps eighteen-pence, to rejoice the soul of some poor tramp; and, better still, I could have discussed some interesting questions with that charming rosy-faced woman. The road I followed from Shepton to Wells winds by the water-side, a tributary of the Brue, in a narrow valley with hills on either side.
Shepton, moved slowly through a long suite of beautiful rooms, till they reached the great cedar-fitted library, which was Lord Driffield's paradise. Here was every book to be desired of the scholar to make him wise, and every chair to make him comfortable. Lord Driffield went to one of the bookcases, and took a vellum-bound book, found a passage in it, and showed it to David Grieve.
If they started from Bath about nine that would give them an ample margin of time in which to deal with a puncture or any such misadventure. They crested the Mendips above Shepton Mallet, ran through Tilchester and Ilminster into the lovely hill country about Up-Ottery and so to Honiton and the broad level road to Exeter.
Shepton and the beautiful lady in pink, and he and Mrs. Wellesdon were deep in conversation, his dark head bent gravely towards her, his face melting every now and then into laughter or crossed by some vivid light of assent and pleasure.
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