"Siderum regina bicornis audi, Luna puellas," quoted Mr Dean, with a side glance at the radiant Daisy; and if that confident lady had understood Latin, she would have judged from this satirical quotation that Dr Alder was not so subjugated by her charms as to contemplate matrimony. But being ignorant, she was--in accordance with the proverb--blissful, and babbled on with a never-failing stream of small talk, which was at times momentarily obstructed by the heavy ma.s.ses of information cast into it by the dean.
Leaving this would-be May and wary old December to their unequal flirtation, Cargrim again attempted to reach the bishop, but was captured by Miss Tancred, much to his disgust. She entertained him with a long and minute account of her rheumatic pains and the means by which she hoped to cure them. Held thus as firmly as the wedding guest was by the Ancient Mariner, Cargrim lost the chance of hearing a very interesting conversation between Miss Which.e.l.lo and the bishop; but, from the clouded brow of Dr Pendle, he saw that something was wrong, and chafed at his enforced detention. Nevertheless, Miss Tancred kept him beside her until she exhausted her trickle of small talk. It took all Cargrim"s tact and politeness and Christianity to endure patiently her gabble.
"Yes, bishop," Miss Which.e.l.lo was saying, with some annoyance, "your son has admired my niece for some considerable time. Lately they became engaged, but I refused to give my consent until your sanction and approval had been obtained."
"George has said nothing to me on the subject," replied Dr Pendle, in a vexed tone. "Yet he should certainly have done so before speaking to your niece."
"No doubt! but unfortunately young men"s heads do not always guide their hearts. Still, Captain Pendle promised me to tell you all during his present visit to Beorminster. And, of course, both Mrs Pendle and your daughter Lucy know of his love for Mab."
"It would appear that I am the sole person ignorant of the engagement, Miss Which.e.l.lo."
"It was not with my consent that you were kept in ignorance, bishop. But I really do not see why you should discourage the match. You can see for yourself that they make a handsome pair."
Dr Pendle cast an angry look towards the end of the lawn, where George and Mab were talking earnestly together.
"I don"t deny their physical suitability," he said severely, "but more than good looks are needed to make a happy marriage."
"Am I to understand that you disapprove of my niece?" cried the little old lady, drawing herself up.
"By no means; by no means; how can you think me so wanting in courtesy?
But I must confess that I desire my son to make a good match."
"You should rather wish him to get a good wife," retorted Miss Which.e.l.lo, who was becoming annoyed. "But if it is fortune you desire, I can set your mind at rest on that point. Mab will inherit my money when I die; and should she marry Captain Pendle during my lifetime, I shall allow the young couple a thousand a year."
"A thousand a year, Miss Which.e.l.lo!"
"Yes! and more if necessary. Let me tell you, bishop, I am much better off than people think."
The bishop, rather nonplussed, looked down at his neat boots and very becoming gaiters. "I am not so worldly-minded as you infer, Miss Which.e.l.lo," said he, mildly; "and did George desire to marry a poor girl, I have enough money of my own to humour his whim. But if his heart is set on making Miss Arden his wife, I should like--if you will pardon my candour--to know more about the young lady."
"Mab is the best and most charming girl in the world," said the little Jennie Wren, pale, and a trifle nervous.
"I can see that for myself. You misunderstand me, Miss Which.e.l.lo, so I must speak more explicitly. Who is Miss Arden?"
"She is my niece," replied Miss Which.e.l.lo, with trembling dignity. "The only child of my poor sister, who died when Mab was an infant in arms."
"Quite so!" a.s.sented the bishop, with a nod. "I have always understood such to be the case. But--er--Mr Arden?"
"Mr Arden!" faltered the old lady, turning her face from the company, that its pallor and anxiety might not be seen.
"Her father! is he alive?"
"No!" cried Miss Which.e.l.lo, shaking her head. "He died long, long ago."
"Who was he?"
"A--a--a gentleman!--a gentleman of independent fortune."
Dr Pendle bit his nether lip and looked embarra.s.sed. "Miss Which.e.l.lo,"
he said at length, in a hesitating tone, "your niece is a charming young lady, and, so far as she herself is concerned, is quite fit to become the wife of my son George."
"I should think so indeed!" cried the little lady, with buckram civility.
"But," continued the bishop, with emphasis, "I have heard rumours about her parentage which do not satisfy me. Whether these are true or not is best known to yourself, Miss Which.e.l.lo; but before consenting to the engagement you speak of, I should like to be fully informed on the point."
"To what rumours does your lordship refer?" asked Miss Which.e.l.lo, very pale-faced, but very quiet.
"This is neither the time nor place to inform you," said the bishop, hastily; "I see Mr Cargrim advancing. On another occasion, Miss Which.e.l.lo, we shall talk about the matter."
As the chaplain, with three of four young ladies, including Miss Norsham, was bearing down on the bishop, Miss Which.e.l.lo recognised the justice of his speech, and not feeling equal to talk frivolity, she hastily retreated and ran into the house to fight down her emotion. What the poor little woman felt was known only to herself; but she foresaw that the course of true love, so far as it concerned George and Mab, was not likely to run smooth. Still, she put a brave face on it and hoped for the best.
In the meantime, Bishop Pendle was enveloped in a whirl of petticoats, as Cargrim"s Amazonian escort, prompted by the chaplain, was insisting that he should have his fortune told by Mother Jael. The bishop looked perturbed on hearing that his red-cloaked phantom was so close at hand, but he managed to keep his countenance, and laughingly refused to comply with the demand of the ladies.
"Think of what the newspapers would say," he urged, "if a bishop were to consult this Witch of Endor."
"Oh, but really, it is only a joke!"
"A dignitary of the Church shouldn"t joke, Miss Norsham."
"Why not, your lordship?" put in Cargrim, amiably. "I have heard that Richelieu played with a kitten."
"I am not Richelieu," replied Dr Pendle, drily, "nor is Mother Jael a kitten."
"It"s for a charity, bishop," said Daisy, imploringly. "I pay Mother Jael for the day, and give the rest to Mrs Pansey"s Home for servants out of work."
"Oh, for a charity," repeated Dr Pendle, smiling; "that puts quite a different complexion on the question. What do you say, Mr Cargrim?"
"I don"t think that your lordship can refuse the prayer of these charming young ladies," replied the chaplain, obsequiously.
Now, the bishop really wished to see Mother Jael in order to learn why she haunted him so persistently; and as she had always vanished heretofore, he thought that the present would be a very good time to catch her. He therefore humoured the joke of fortune-telling for his own satisfaction, and explained as much to the expectant company.
"Well, well, young ladies," said he, good-naturedly, "I suppose I must consent to be victimised if only to further the charitable purposes of Mrs Pansey. Where dwells the sybil?"
"In this tent! This way, your lordship!"
Dr Pendle advanced towards the gaily-striped tent, smiling broadly, and with a playful shake of the head at the laughing nymphs around, he invaded the privacy of Mother Jael. With a sigh of relief at having accomplished his purpose, Cargrim let fall the flap which he had held up for the bishop"s entry, and turned away, rubbing his hands. His aim was attained. It now remained to be seen what would come of the meeting between bishop and gipsy.
CHAPTER XXII
MR MOSK IS INDISCREET
While the bishop was conversing with Miss Which.e.l.lo about the engagement of George and Mab, the young people themselves were discussing the self-same subject with much ardour. Captain Pendle had placed two chairs near a quick-set hedge, beyond the hearing of other guests, and on these he and Mab were seated as closely as was possible without attracting the eyes of onlookers. Their att.i.tude and actions were guarded and indifferent for the misleading of the company, but their conversation, not being likely to be overheard, was confidential and lover-like enough. No spectator from casual observation could have guessed their secret.
"You must tell your father about our engagement at once," said Mab, with decision. "He should have known of it before I consented to wear this ring."