I will not repeat the conversation that took place between the two,
because they used holy words and spoke on holy subjects. In doing so
they were both sincere, and not, as regarded their language, fairly
subject to ridicule. In their judgment I think they were defective.
He sustained Mrs. Prime in her resolution to quit the cottage unless
she could induce her mother to put a stop to that great iniquity of
the brewery. "The Tappitts," he said, "were worldly people,--very
worldly people; utterly unfit to be the associates of the sister of
his friend. As to the 'young man,' he thought that nothing further
should be said at present, but that Rachel should be closely
watched,--very closely watched." Mrs. Prime asked him to call upon
her mother and explain his views, but he declined to do this. "He
would have been most willing,--so willing! but he could not force
himself where he would be unwelcome!" Mrs. Prime was, if necessary,
to quit the cottage and take up her temporary residence with Miss
Pucker; but Mr. Prong was inclined to think, knowing something of
Mrs. Ray's customary softness of character, that if Mrs. Prime were
firm, things would not be driven to such a pass as that. Mrs. Prime
said that she would be firm, and she looked as though she intended to
keep her word.
Mr. Prong's manner as he bade adieu to his favourite sheep was
certainly of a nature to justify that rumour to which allusion has
been made. He pressed Mrs. Prime's hand very closely, and invoked a
blessing on her head in a warm whisper. But such signs among such
people do not bear the meaning which they have in the outer world.
These people are demonstrative and unctuous,--whereas the outer world
is reticent and dry. They are perhaps too free with their love, but
the fault is better than that other fault of no love at all. Mr.
Prong was a little free with his love, but Mrs. Prime took it all in
good part, and answered him with an equal fervour. "If I can help
you, dear friend,"--and he still held her hand in his,--"come to me
always. You never can come too often."
"You can help me, and I will come, always," she said, returning
his pressure with mutual warmth. But there was no touch of earthly
affection in her pressure; and if there was any in his at its close,
there had, at any rate, been none at its commencement.
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