“Dear Mrs. Chiley!” said Lucilla, “I am quite well, and I meant to have come to see you today.”
“My poor dear!” said Mrs. Chiley again. “You say you are quite well for you have such a spirit; but I can see what you have been going through. I don’t understand how you can keep on, and do so much. But it was not that that brought me here. There is someone coming to Carlingford that I want you to meet, Lucilla. He is a relation of Mary Chiley’s husband, and as she does not get on very well with them, you know, I think it is our duty to be civil. And they say he is a very nice man; and young—enough,” said Mrs. Chiley, with a look of some anxiety, pausing to see the effect produced upon Lucilla by her words.
Miss Marjoribanks had not, as she once confessed, a very vivid sense of humour, but she laughed a little, in spite of herself, at the old lady’s anxious look. “Don’t be sorry for me,” she said; “I told you that fortunately my affections were not engaged. I don’t want any new gentleman introduced to me. If that was what I was thinking of, I never need have come home,” Lucilla said, with a little dignity; and yet, to be sure, she was naturally curious to know who the new man, who was very nice and young—enough, could be; for such apparitions were not too plentiful in Carlingford; and it did not seem in reason that an individual of this interesting description could come out of Colonel Chiley’s house.
“My dear, he is a clergyman,” said Mrs. Chiley, putting her hand on Miss Marjoribanks’s arm, and speaking in a half whisper; “and you know a nice clergyman is always nice, and you need not think of him as a young man unless you like. He has a nice property, and he is Rector of Basing, which is a very good living, and Archdeacon of Stanmore. He has come here to hold a visitation, you know; and they say that if Carlingford was made into a bishopric, he is almost sure to be the first bishop; and you know a bishop, or even an archdeacon, has a very nice position. I want to be civil to him for Mary Chiley’s sake, who is not on such terms as we could wish with her husband’s friends; and then I suppose he will have to be a great deal in Carlingford, and I should like him to form a good impression. I want you and your dear good papa to come and meet him; and then after that—but one thing is enough at a time,” the old lady said, breaking off with a nod and a smile. She too had brought her bit of consolation to Lucilla; and it was a kind of consolation which, when administered at the right moment, is sometimes of sovereign efficacy, as Mrs. Chiley was aware.
“I am sure papa will be very happy,” said Lucilla; “and, indeed, if you like, I shall be very glad to ask him here. If he is a friend of yours, that is quite enough for me. It is very nice to know a nice clergyman; but as for being a young man, I can’t see how that matters. If I had been thinking of that, I need never—but I should think papa would like to meet him; and you know it is the object of my life to please papa.”
“Yes, my poor dear,” said the Colonel’s wife, “and he would be hard-hearted indeed if he was not pleased; but still we must consider you a little, Lucilla. You do everything for other people, and you never think of yourself. But I like to see you with nice people round you, for my part,” Mrs. Chiley added—“really nice people, and not these poor-spirited, ungrateful—”
“Hush, hush!” said Lucilla; “I don’t know such nice people anywhere as there are in Carlingford. Some people are never pleased with their neighbours, but I always get on so well with everybody. It is my good luck, you know; and so long as I have you, dear Mrs. Chiley—”
“Ah, Lucilla!” said the old lady, “that is very kind of you—and you could not have anybody that is fonder of you than I am; but still I am an old woman, old enough to be your grandmother, my dear—and we have your future interests to think of. As for all the vexations you have had, I think I could find it in my heart to turn that ungrateful creature to the door. Don’t let her come here any more. I like your voice a great deal better when you are singing by yourself—and I am sure the Archdeacon would be of my opinion,” said Mrs. Chiley, with a confidence which was beautiful to behold. It was true she had not seen her new hero as yet, but that only left her so much more free to take the good of him and his probable sentiments; for to persons of frank and simple imagination a very little foundation of fact is enough to build upon.
“Dear Mrs. Chiley, it is so nice of you to be vexed,” said Lucilla, who thought it as well not to enter into any further argument. “Papa will be delighted, I am sure, and I can come in the evening. The Colonel likes to have only six people, and you will be three to start with, so there can’t be any room for me at dinner; and you know I don’t mind about dinner. I shall come in the evening and make tea for you—and if you think he would like to come next Thursday—” said Lucilla graciously. This was how it was eventually settled. Mrs. Chiley went home
