Clergy -- Fiction; Conduct of life -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Spouses of clergy -- Fiction
Rachel did not think so. She thought that the manner in which the food
was presented to them was as important as the food itself; but she did
not say so.
"You can leave it all in my hands perfectly happily," added Mrs.
Greville. "I will take the whole responsibility of it so don't worry
yourself. Why, you look quite flushed even at the thought of it. There
is really no need to be anxious," and Mrs. Greville moved towards the
house notebook and pencil in hand.
Rachel sighed.
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CHAPTER XXVI.
LUKE TELLS RACHEL ABOUT HIS DREAM.
"What is Luke doing all day in his study? That sedentary life is very
bad for him and he ought to be visiting his people."
Rachel, who was trying on a little frock for Pat which she had been
making, looked up amused.
"He has visited every one of his people a dozen times since he came
here. In fact he was afraid of over visiting them."
"But then what is he doing all day? He is young and strong and ought to
be at work," said Mrs. Greville, standing in front of Rachel as if she
was in some way to blame. Her face was anxious and perplexed. She could
scarcely understand work without movement, and rush.
"You may be quite sure he is not wasting his time," said Rachel; then
hoping to distract her mother-in-law's thought she held up the baby to
be admired.
"Doesn't he look sweet," she said. "He shall wear this little frock
when we have the villagers to tea. He must look his best."
But once Mrs. Greville was on the war path nothing would move her.
"It isn't as if he had an intellectual congregation to preach to as
he had at Trowsby," she said. "Of course then he had to study and fit
himself for the work. But here they are only uneducated people. I am
sure he cannot want all this time to prepare for them."
"But don't you know that a man like Luke must find it much more
difficult to speak to such people? He has to make everything so plain
and to choose the simplest subjects. I am quite sure he finds it much
harder to prepare his sermons here than he did at Trowsby."
"I don't understand it at all," said Mrs. Greville, moving away to the
window. "And why he should object to me going into his study, I can't
imagine. He does not say in so many words that he prefers my absence to
my presence, but I see it worries him. Of course I used to leave him
quite alone at Trowsby, but then I knew every moment was precious. But
here there ought to be plenty of time for a chat with his mother now
and then."
"I must make the sleeves a little shorter," said Rachel. "Don't you
think so?" She hoped that Mrs. Greville would feel interest in the
baby's frock and would not continue the conversation which was getting
embarrassing. But no. It was of no use trying to turn her thoughts.
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