“Arrah, whist, woman,” said Joseph Antony, “have you no eyes in your
head. Can’t you see that the gentleman’s a clergyman?”
“Glory be to God!” said Mrs. Kinsella, “and to think now that they’d
evict the like of him!”
Lady Isabel held out her hand to Priscilla.
“Goodbye,” she said, “and thank you so much for all you’ve done. If you
see my mother----”
“We’ll see her tonight,” said Priscilla. “I shan’t be let in to dinner,
but I’ll see her afterwards when Aunt Juliet is smoking in the hope of
shocking your father.”
“Don’t tell her we’re here,” said Lady Isabel.
“Come along, Frank,” said Priscilla. “I’ll help you out of that boat and
into the Tortoise. We must be getting home. Goodbye, Miss Rutherford.”
“It really is goodbye this time,” said Miss Rutherford. “I’m off
tomorrow morning.”
“Back to London?” said Frank. “Hard luck.”
“To that frowsy old Museum,” said Priscilla, “full of skeletons of
whales and stuffed antelopes and things.”
“I feel it all acutely,” said Miss Rutherford. “Don’t make it worse for
me by enumerating my miseries.”
“And I don’t believe you’ve caught a single sponge,” said Priscilla.
“Will they be frightfully angry with you?”
“I’ve got a few,” said Miss Rutherford, “fresh water ones that I caught
before I met you. I’ll make the most of them.”
“Anyhow,” said Priscilla, “it’ll be a great comfort to you to feel that
you’ve taken part in a noble deed of mercy before you left.”
“That’s something, of course,” said Miss Rutherford, “but you can’t
think how annoying it is to have to go away just at this crisis of the
adventure. I shall be longing day and night to hear how it ends.”
“I’ll write and tell you, if you like,” said Priscilla.
“Do,” said Miss Rutherford. “Just let me know whether the sanctuary
remains inviolable and I shall be satisfied.”
“Right,” said Priscilla. “Goodbye. We needn’t actually kiss each other,
need we? Of course, if you want to frightfully you can; but I think
kissing’s rather piffle.”
Miss Rutherford contented herself with wringing Priscilla’s hand. Then
she and Priscilla helped Frank out of Jimmy Kinsella’s boat and into the
Tortoise.
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