The New Rector

"I am sure he does not wish you to," said Laura sweetly. "Only you did not quite understand, I think, that he was only giving us his private opinion. Of course he would not tell it to the town."

"Well, that makes a difference, of course," Mrs. Hammond allowed. "But now, however, I will say good-morning! I shall go straight to the rectory now and inquire. Are you coming, Laura?"

Laura thought it better to go and with a bright little nod, tripped off after her mother. Mr. Clode, thus deserted, walked slowly down the drive, wondering whether he had been premature in his revolt. He did not think so; and yet he wished he had not been so hasty-that he had not shown his hand quite so early. The truth was, he had been a little carried away by the events of the previous afternoon. But, even now, the more he thought of it, the more hopeless seemed the rector's position. Openly denounced by his patron as an impostor, at war with his church-warden, disliked by a powerful section of the parish, one action already commenced against him and another threatened-what else could he do but resign? "He may say he will not to-day and to-morrow," the curate thought, smiling darkly to himself, "but they will be too much for him the day after."

And whether Mr. Clode told this opinion of his in the own or not, it was certainly a very common one. Never had Claversham been treated to such a dish of gossip as this. On the evening of the bazaar, before the unsold goods had been cleared from the tables, the wildest rumors were already afloat in the town. The rector had been arrested; he had decamped; he was to be tried for fraud; he was not in holy orders at all; Mrs. Bedford would have to be married over again! With the morning these reports died away, and something like the truth came to be known-to the inexpressible satisfaction of Dr. Gregg and his like. The doctor was in and out of half the houses in the town that day. "Resign!" he would say with a shriek-"of course he will resign! And glad to escape so easily!" Dr. Gregg, indeed, was in his glory now. The parts were reversed. It was for him now to meet the rector with a patronizing nod; only, for some reason best known to himself, and perhaps connected with an essential distinction between the two men, he preferred to celebrate his triumph figuratively, and behind Lindo's back.

What was said, and how it was said, can well be imagined. When a man who for some cause has held his head a little above his neighbors stumbles and falls, we know what is likely to be said of him. And the young rector knew, and in his heart and in his study suffered horribly. All the afternoon of the day after the bazaar he walked the town with a smile on his face, ostensibly visiting in his district, really vindicating his pride and courage. He carried his head as high as ever, and the skirts of his long black coat fluttered as bravely as before. Dr. Gregg, who saw him from the reading-room window, gave it as his opinion that he did not know what shame meant. But at heart the young man was unutterably miserable. He knew that inquisitive eyes were upon his every gesture; that he was watched, jeered at, worst of all-pitied. He guessed, as the day wore on, drawing the inference from the curate's avoidance of him, that even Clode had deserted him; and this, perhaps, almost as much as the resentment he harbored against Lord Dynmore, hardened him in his resolve not to resign or abate one tittle of his rights.

He fancied he stood alone. But, of course, there were some who sympathized with him, and some who held their tongues and declined to commit themselves to any opinion. Among the latter Mr. Bonamy was conspicuous-to the intense disgust of Dr. Gregg, whose first expression, indeed, on hearing the news had been, "What nuts for Bonamy!" As a fact, however, the snappish little doctor had never found his friend so morose and unpleasant as when he tried to sound him on this subject. He espied him on the other side of the street, and rushed across, stuttering almost before he reached him, "Well? He will have to resign, won't he?"

"Who?" said Mr. Bonamy, standing still, and fixing his cold gray eyes on the excited little man. "Who will have to resign?"

"Why, the rector, to be sure!" rejoined Gregg, feeling the check unpleasantly.

"Will he?"

"Well, I should say so," urged the doctor, now quite taken aback, and gazing at the other with eyes of surprise. "But I suppose you know best, Bonamy."

"Then I am going to keep my knowledge to myself!" snarled the lawyer; and, rattling a handful of silver in his pocket, he stalked away, his hat on the back of his head, and his lank figure more ungainly than usual. He was in the worst of tempers; angry with Lord Dynmore and dissatisfied with himself-given to calling himself, half a dozen times in an hour, a quixotic fool for having thrown away the earl's business for the sake of a scruple that was little more than a whim. It is all very well to have a queer rugged code of honor of one's own, and to observe it; but when the observance sends away business-such business as brings with it the social considerations which men prize most highly when they most affect to despise it-why then a man is apt to take out his self-denial in ill-temper. Mr. Bonamy did so.

Dr. Gregg went away calling the lawyer a bear and an ill-bred fellow who did not know his own friends. Alas! the same thing might have been said, and with greater justice, of the rector. The archdeacon sat an hour in his study, waiting patiently for him to return from his district, and after all got but a sorry reception. The elder man expressed, and expressed very warmly-he had come to do so-his full belief in Lindo's honesty and good faith, and was greatly touched by the effect his words produced upon the young fellow, who had come into the room, after learning his visitor's presence, with set lips and eyes of challenge, but had by-and-by to turn his back on his friend and look out of the window, while in a very low tone he murmured his thanks. But, alas! the archdeacon went farther, and let drop something about concession, and then the boat was over!

"Concession!" said the young man, turning as on a pivot, with every hair of his whiskers bristling, and his voice clear enough now. "What kind of concession do you mean?"

"Well," said the archdeacon persuasively, "the earl is a choleric man-a most passionate man, I know; and, when excited, utterly foolish and wrong-headed. But in his cooler moments I do not know any one more just or, indeed, more generous. And I feel sure that if you could prevail on yourself to meet him half-way-"

"By resigning?" snapped the rector, interrupting him point-blank with the question.

"Oh, no, no," said the archdeacon, "I do not mean that."

"Then in what way? How?"

But as the archdeacon really meant by resigning, he could not answer the question, and the interview ended in Lindo roundly declaring, as he walked up and down the room, "I will not resign! Understand that, archdeacon! I will not resign! If Lord Dynmore can put me out, well and good-let him. If not, I stay. He may be just or generous," continued the young man scornfully-"all I know is that he insulted me grossly, and as no gentleman would have insulted another."

"He is passionate, and was taken by surprise," the archdeacon ventured to say. But Lindo would not listen; and his visitor had presently to go, fearing that he had done more harm than good by his mediation. As for the rector, he was severely scolded later in the evening by Jack Smith for having omitted to lay the letters offering him the living before the archdeacon, or to explain to him the precise circumstances under which he had accepted it.

"But he said he did not doubt me," the rector urged rather fractiously.

"Pooh! that is not the point," the barrister retorted. "Of course he does not. He knows you. But I want to put him in possession of such a case as he may lay before others who do not know you. Look here, you are acquainted with a man called Felton, are you not?"

"Yes," Lindo answered, with a slight start.

"Well, perhaps you are not aware that he has been to Lord Dynmore-so the tale runs in the town, and I know it is true-and stated that you have been for weeks bribing him to keep the secret."

The rector sat motionless, staring at his friend. "I did not know it," he said at last, quite quietly. He was becoming accustomed to surprises of this kind. "It is a wicked lie, of course."

"Of course," Jack assented tossing one leg easily over the other, and thrusting his hands deep into his trousers' pockets. "But what do you say to it?"

"The man came to me," Lindo answered steadily, "and told me that he was Lord Dynmore's servant, and that, crossing from America, he had foolishly lost his money at play. He begged me to assist him until Lord Dynmore's return, and I did so. Some ten days ago I discovered that he was leading a disreputable life, and I stopped the allowance."

"Thanks," said Jack, nodding his head. "That is precisely what I thought. But the mischief of it is, you see, that the man's tale may be true in his eyes. He may have believed that he was blackmailing you. And therefore, since we cannot absolutely refute his story, it is the more important that we should show as good a case as possible aliunde. Nor does it make any difference," Jack continued drily, "that the man, after seeing Lord Dynmore last night, has taken himself quietly off this morning."

"What! Felton?" the rector exclaimed, coming suddenly upright.

"Yes. There is no doubt he has absconded. Bonamy's clerk has been after him all day, and has discovered that he begged half-a-crown from your curate, to whom he was seen speaking at the Top of the Town about ten this morning. Since that time he has not been seen."

"He may turn up yet," said the rector.

"I do not think he will," the barrister replied, with a shrewd gleam in his eyes. "But you must not flatter yourself that his disappearance will do you any good. Of course some people will say that he was afraid to remain and support a false statement. But more, I fear, will lean to the opinion that he was got out of the way by some one-you, for instance."

"I see," said Lindo slowly, after a long pause. "Then it is the more imperative that I should not dream of resigning."

"I think so," said Jack.

CHAPTER XX

A SUDDEN CALL

"Kate," said Daintry, looking up from a lesson book as her sister entered the dining-room a few mornings after the bazaar, "are you never going to see old Peggy Jones again? I am sure that you have not been near her for a fortnight?"

"I ought to go, I know," Kate answered, pausing by the sideboard, with a big bunch of keys dangling from her fingers and an absent expression in her gray eyes. "I have not been for some time."

"I should think you had not!" quoth Daintry severely. "You have hardly been out of the house the last four days."

A faint color stole into the elder girl's face, and, seeming suddenly to recollect what she wanted, she turned and began to search in the drawer behind her. She knew quite well that what Daintry said was true-that she had not been out for four days. Jack had delivered the rector's message to her, and she had listened with downcast eyes and a grave composure-a composure so perfect that even the messenger who held the clue in his hand was almost deceived by it. All the same, it had made her very happy. The young rector appreciated at last the motive which had led her to give him that strange warning. He was grateful to her, and anxious to make her understand his gratitude. And while she dwelt on this with pleasure, she foresaw with a strange mingling of joy and fear, of anticipation and shrinking, that the first time she met him abroad he would strive to make it still more clear to her.

So for four days, lest she should seem even to herself to be precipitating the meeting, she had refrained from going out. Now, when Daintry remarked upon the change in her habits, she blushed at the thought that she might all the time have been exaggerating a trifle; and, though she did not go out at once, in the course of the afternoon she did issue forth, and called upon old Peggy. Coming back she had to pass through the churchyard, and there, on the very spot where she had once forced herself to address him, she met the rector.

She saw him while he was still some way off, and before he saw her, and she looked eagerly for any trace of the trouble of the last few days. It had not changed him, at any rate. It had rather accentuated him, she thought. He looked more boyish, more impetuous, more independent than ever, as he came swinging along, his blond head thrown back, his eyes roving this way and that, his long skirts flapping behind him. Of defeat or humiliation he betrayed not a trace; and the girl wondered, seeing him so calm and strong, if he had really sent her that message-which seemed to have come from a man hard pressed.

A glance told her all this; and then he saw her, and, a flash of recognition sweeping across his face, quickened his steps to meet her. He seemed to be shaking hands with her before he had well considered what he would say, for when he had gone through that ceremony, and said "Good morning." he stood awkwardly silent. Then he said hurriedly, "I have been waiting for some time to speak to you, Miss Bonamy."

"Indeed?" she said calmly. She wondered at her own self-control.

"Yes," he answered, his color rising. "And I could not have met you in a better place."

"Why?" she asked. As if she did not know! The simplest woman is an actress by nature.

"Because," he answered, "it is well that I should do penance where I sinned, Miss Bonamy," he continued impetuously, yet in a low voice, and with his eyes on the ground. "I owe you a deep apology for my rude thanklessness when I met you here last. You were right and I was wrong; but if it had been the other way, still I ought not to have behaved to you as I did. I thought-that is-I-"

He faltered and stopped. He meant that he had thought that she was playing into her father's hands, but he could hardly tell her that. She understood, however, or guessed, and for the first time she blushed. "Pray, do not say any more about it," she said hurriedly.

"I did send you a message," he answered.

"Oh, yes, yes," she replied, anxious only to put an end to his apologies.

"Well," he rejoined with a smile which did not completely veil his earnestness, "I do find it a little more pleasant to look farther back to our Oxford visit. But you are going this way. May I turn with you?"