'There's some old Scotch doctor to whom his faith is given, and that I don't half believe in. If he would see our own Mr. Harvey here it would be quite another thing; but it is of no use telling him that Alick would never have had an available knee but for Mr. Harvey's management. He persists in leaving me to my personal trust in him, but for himself he won't see him at any price! Have you seen Mr. Harvey?'
'I have seen no one.'
'Oh, I forgot, you are not arrived yet; but--'
'There's some one,' exclaimed Rachel, nervously; and in fact a young man was sauntering towards them. Bessie rose with a sort of annoyance, and 'Never mind, my dear, he is quite inoffensive, we'll soon get rid of him.' Then, as he greeted her with 'Good morning, Lady Keith, I thought I should find you here,' she quickly replied,
'If you had been proper behaved and gone to the door, you would have known that I am not at home.'
He smiled, and came nearer.
'No, I am not at home, and, what is more, I do not mean to be. My uncle will be here directly,' she added, in a fee-faw-fum tone.
'Then it is not true that your brother and his bride are arrived?'
'True in the same sense as that I am at home. There she is, you see- -only you are not to see her on any account,' as a bow necessarily passed between him and Rachel. 'Now mind you have not been introduced to Mrs. Keith, and if you utter a breath that will bring the profane crowd in shoals upon the Rectory, I shall never forgive you.'
'Then I am afraid we must not hope to see you at the bazaar for the idiots.'
'No, indeed,' Bessie answered, respecting Rachel's gesture of refusal; 'no one is to infringe her incog, under penalty of never coming here again.'
'You are going?' he added to Bessie; 'indeed, that was what brought me here. My sisters sent me to ask whether they may shelter themselves under your matronly protection, for my mother dreads the crush.'
'I suppose, as they put my name down, that I must go, but you know I had much rather give the money outright. It is a farce to call a bazaar charity.'
'Call it what you will, it is one device for a little sensation.'
Rachel's only sensation at that moment was satisfaction at the sudden appearance of Ranger's white head, the sure harbinger of his master and Alick, and she sprang up to meet them in the shrubbery path--all her morbid shyness at the sight of a fresh face passing away when her hand was within Alick's arm. When they came forth upon the lawn, Alick's brow darkened for a moment, and there was a formal exchange of greetings as the guest retreated.
'I am so sorry,' began Bessie at once; 'I had taken precautions against invasion, but he did not go to the front door. I do so hope Rachel has not been fluttered.'
'I thought he was at Rio,' said Alick.
'He could not stand the climate, and was sent home about a month ago- -a regular case of bad shilling, I am afraid, poor fellow! I am so sorry he came to startle Rachel, but I swore him over to secrecy. He is not to mention to any living creature that she is nearer than Plinlimmon till the incog, is laid aside! I know how to stand up for bridal privileges, and not to abuse the confidence placed in me.'
Any one who was up to the game might have perceived that the sister was trying to attribute all the brother's tone of disapprobation to his anxiety lest his wife should have been startled, while both knew as well as possible that there was a deeper ground of annoyance which was implied in Alick's answer.
'He seems extremely tame about the garden.'
'Or he would not have fallen on Rachel. It was only a chance; he just brought over a message about that tiresome bazaar that has been dinned into our ears for the last three months. A bazaar for idiots they may well call it! They wanted a carving of yours, Uncle George!'
'I am afraid I gave little Alice Bertie one in a weak moment, Bessie,' said Mr. Clare, 'but I hardly durst show my face to Lifford afterwards.'
'After all, it is better than some bazaars,' said Bessie; 'it is only for the idiot asylum, and I could not well refuse my name and countenance to my old neighbours, though I stood out against taking a stall. Lord Keith would not have liked it.'
'Will he be able to go with you?' asked Alick.
'Oh, no; it would be an intolerable bore, and his Scottish thrift would never stand the sight of people making such very bad bargains! No, I am going to take the Carleton girls in, they are very accommodating, and I can get away whenever I please. I am much too forbearing to ask any of you to go with me, though I believe Uncle George is pining to go and see after his carving.'
'No, thank you; after what I heard of the last bazaar I made up my mind that they are no places for an old parson, nor for his carvings either, so you are quite welcome to fall on me for my inconsistency.'
'Not now, when you have a holiday from Mr. Lifford,' returned Bessie. 'Now come and smell the roses.'
All the rest of the day Alick relapsed into the lazy frivolous young officer with whom Rachel had first been acquainted.
As he was driving home in the cool fresh summer night, he began--
'I think I must go to this idiotical bazaar!'
'You!' exclaimed Rachel.
'Yes; I don't think Bessie ought to go by herself with all this Carleton crew.'
'You don't wish me to go,' said Rachel, gulping down the effort.
'You! My dear Rachel, I would not take you for fifty pounds, nor could I go myself without leaving you as vice deputy curate.'
'No need for that,' said Mr. Clare, from the seat behind; 'young people must not talk secrets with a blind man's ears behind them.'
'I make no secret,' said Alick. 'I could not go without leaving my wife to take care of my uncle, or my uncle to take care of my wife.'
'And you think you ought to go?' said Mr. Clare. 'It is certainly better that Bessie should have a gentleman with her in the crowd; but you know this is a gossiping neighbourhood, and you must be prepared for amazement at your coming into public alone not three weeks after your wedding.'
'I can't help it, she can't go, and I must.'
'And you will bring down all the morning visitors that you talk of dreading.'
'We will leave you to amuse them, sir. Much better that' he added between his teeth, 'than to leave the very semblance of a secret trusted by her to that intolerable puppy--'
Rachel said no more, but when she was gone upstairs Mr. Clare detained his nephew to say, 'I beg your pardon, Alick, but you should be quite sure that your wife likes this proposal.'
'That's the value of a strong-minded wife, sir,' returned Alick; 'she is not given to making a fuss about small matters.'
'Most ladies might not think this a small matter.'
'That is because they have no perspective in their brains. Rachel understands me a great deal too well to make me explain what is better unspoken.'
'You know what I think, Alick, that you are the strictest judge that ever a merry girl had.'
'I had rather you continued to think so, uncle; I should like to think so myself. Good night.'
Alick was right, but whether or not Rachel entered into his motives, she made no objection to his going to the bazaar with his sister, being absolutely certain that he would not have done so if he could have helped it.
Nor was her day at all dreary; Mr. Clare was most kind and attentive to her, without being oppressive, and she knew she was useful to him. She was indeed so full of admiration and reverence for him, that once or twice it crossed her whether she were not belying another of her principles by lapsing into Curatocult, but the idea passed away with scorn at the notion of comparing Mr. Clare with the objects of such devotion. He belonged to that generation which gave its choicest in intellectual, as well as in religious gifts to the ministry, when a fresh tide of enthusiasm was impelling men forward to build up, instead of breaking down, before disappointment and suspicion had thinned the ranks, and hurled back many a recruit, or doctrinal carpings had taught men to dread a search into their own tenets. He was a highly cultivated, large-minded man, and the conversation between him and his nephew was a constant novelty to her, who had always yearned after depth and thought, and seldom met with them. Still here she was constantly feeling how shallow were her acquirements, how inaccurate her knowledge, how devoid of
