England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Villages -- Fiction
It had been suspected, however--nay, more, divined--by one person, who
was one of the group, coming down the street of Watcham together from
the practice which had been held in the schoolroom on the morning of Mr.
Osborne’s entertainment. Emmy and Florence had gone through their song,
with some applause from the other performers, but not a word from the
curate, who seemed not to make even a pretence of listening, and whose
indifferent aspect was actually rudeness to the two young ladies, his
Rector’s daughters, who had the greatest call upon his attention. He
made himself, on the other hand, very agreeable to the two young London
ladies who abode in one of the villas at Riverbank, and whose
performance upon the piano was not remarkable. Miss Grey, who was
present in her capacity of lay or feminine curate, the official best
known and most fully recognised in the parish, could not help but see
this; and, indeed, there were plenty of other people who remarked it,
wondering whether Mr. Osborne had quarrelled with the Rectory family, a
supposition, however, which was untenable in sight of his intimacy with
Jim. Jim’s reading had the curate’s warmest applause. He referred to Jim
on everything, sent him off to arrange matters, consulted him about the
programme, and the succession of the performances; in short, conducted
himself as if Jim Plowden were his other self and as much the giver of
the entertainment as he was. The last thing he did after the practice
was over, was to call to Jim that he should expect him at five to look
up the fellows at Riverside. In the meantime Mr. Osborne had to
entertain the Winwick contingent. But all this was so strange, so
marked, so unlike Mr. Osborne’s former behaviour, that little Miss Grey,
between consternation and amusement, did not know what to think. She was
an experienced little woman, and she saw very well what was coming when
Florence and the curate left her house together, three weeks before. She
had expected that very day to have another visit from one or both of
them to tell her the great news. And, instead, there was to all
appearance a total disruption between them; and not only so, but
Jim--Jim!--received into the curate’s heart as closest friend and first
favourite apparently, in his sister’s place.
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