"Yet, surely, we need try to make it better, Mistress Tremayne: and--any woman could stitch and cut as well as I." Clare spoke earnestly. Mrs Tremayne considered a little before she answered. "Well, dear heart, it may be the Lord doth design thee to be a worker in His vineyard. I cannot say it is not thus. But if so, Clare, it seemeth me that in this very cutting and stitching, which thou so much mislikest, He is setting thee to school to be made ready. Ere we be fit for such work as thou wouldst have, we need learn much: and one lesson we have to learn is patience. It may be that even now, if the Lord mean to use thee thus, He is giving thee thy lesson of patience. `Let patience have her perfect work.' 'Tis an ill messenger that is so eager to be about his errand, that he will needs run ere he be sent. The great Teacher will set thee the right lessons; see thou that they be well learned: and leave it to Him to call thee to work when He seeth thee ripe for it." "I thank you," said Clare meekly; "maybe I am too impatient." "'Tis a rare grace, dear heart,--true patience: but mind thou, that is not idleness nor backwardness. Some make that blunder, and think they be patiently waiting for work when work waiteth for them, and they be too lazy to put hand thereto. We need have a care on both sides." But though Mrs Tremayne gave this caution, in her own mind she thought it much more likely that Blanche would need it than Clare. "And why should I press back her eagerness, if the Lord hath need of her? Truly"--and Thekla Tremayne sighed as she said this to herself--"`the labourers are few.'" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Note 1. Philadelphia Carey, a kinswoman of Queen Elizabeth through her mother, Anne Boleyn. CHAPTER ELEVEN. CATCHING MOTHS. "For my soul's sake, Maid Marjorie, And yet for my soul's sake, - I know no wrong I've done to thee, Nor why thy heart should break." Rather late on the same evening, Sir Thomas walked into the parsonage, and rapped with his silver-hilted staff at the parlour door. Clare had gone up-stairs, and Mrs Tremayne was at that moment alone. She offered to send for her young guests, but he declined; he wished first to speak with her apart. He told her that Don Juan had gone to London; and that before leaving him, that estimable young gentleman had frankly communicated the interesting fact that he was bound by an engagement to a lady of his own country. "Now what think you? Were it better, or worser, that Blanche should know the same?" "Better far--by all manner of means," said the Rector's wife decidedly. "I thought even so," replied Sir Thomas. "I had come sooner, but my wife was contrary thereto." Mrs Tremayne could not feel astonished to hear of any amount of unwisdom on the part of Lady Enville, but she merely repeated that she thought it much better that Blanche should know.