Part 61 (1/2)

Dr. Gwynne said that they had all been a little tired, but were none the worse this morning.

”An excellent person, Miss Thorne,” suggested the bishop.

”And an exemplary Christian, I am told,” said Mrs. Proudie.

Dr. Gwynne declared that he was very glad to hear it.

”I have not seen her Sabbath-day schools yet,” continued the lady, ”but I shall make a point of doing so before long.”

Dr. Gwynne merely bowed at this intimation. He had heard something of Mrs. Proudie and her Sunday-schools, both from Dr. Grantly and Mr. Harding.

”By the by, Master,” continued the lady, ”I wonder whether Mrs.

Grantly would like me to drive over and inspect her Sabbath-day school. I hear that it is most excellently kept.”

Dr. Gwynne really could not say. He had no doubt Mrs. Grantly would be most happy to see Mrs. Proudie any day Mrs. Proudie would do her the honour of calling: that was, of course, if Mrs. Grantly should happen to be at home.

A slight cloud darkened the lady's brow. She saw that her offer was not taken in good part. This generation of unregenerated vipers was still perverse, stiff-necked, and hardened in their iniquity.

”The archdeacon, I know,” said she, ”sets his face against these inst.i.tutions.”

At this Dr. Gwynne laughed slightly. It was but a smile. Had he given his cap for it he could not have helped it.

Mrs. Proudie frowned again. ”'Suffer little children, and forbid them not,'” she said. ”Are we not to remember that, Dr. Gwynne?

'Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones.' Are we not to remember that, Dr. Gwynne?” And at each of these questions she raised at him her menacing forefinger.

”Certainly, madam, certainly,” said the master, ”and so does the archdeacon, I am sure, on weekdays as well as on Sundays.”

”On weekdays you can't take heed not to despise them,” said Mrs.

Proudie, ”because then they are out in the fields. On weekdays they belong to their parents, but on Sundays they ought to belong to the clergyman.” And the finger was again raised.

The master began to understand and to share the intense disgust which the archdeacon always expressed when Mrs. Proudie's name was mentioned. What was he to do with such a woman as this? To take his hat and go would have been his natural resource, but then he did not wish to be foiled in his object.

”My lord,” said he, ”I wanted to ask you a question on business, if you could spare me one moment's leisure. I know I must apologize for so disturbing you, but in truth I will not detain you five minutes.”

”Certainly, Master, certainly,” said the bishop; ”my time is quite yours--pray make no apology, pray make no apology.”

”You have a great deal to do just at the present moment, Bishop. Do not forget how extremely busy you are at present,” said Mrs. Proudie, whose spirit was now up, for she was angry with her visitor.

”I will not delay his lords.h.i.+p much above a minute,” said the Master of Lazarus, rising from his chair and expecting that Mrs. Proudie would now go, or else that the bishop would lead the way into another room.

But neither event seemed likely to occur, and Dr. Gwynne stood for a moment silent in the middle of the room.

”Perhaps it's about Hiram's Hospital?” suggested Mrs. Proudie.

Dr. Gwynne, lost in astonishment, and not knowing what else on earth to do, confessed that his business with the bishop was connected with Hiram's Hospital.

”His lords.h.i.+p has finally conferred the appointment on Mr. Quiverful this morning,” said the lady.