"Consolation!" cried Cicely, raising her head. "What consolation is
wanted? Papa is pretty well worn out; he has done almost as much work as
a man can do. People cannot keep old things when they are worn out--the
new are better; but why should any one pretend to make a moan over it? I
do not see what consolation the parish can want. If you cry at the
farewell sermon, Mrs. Ascott, I shall laugh. Why should not your eyes be
dry--as dry as the fields--as dry as people's hearts?"
"Cicely, Cicely!" cried Mrs. Ascott, shocked; "my dear, I am very sorry
for it, but a misfortune like this should be borne in a better spirit. I
am sure your poor dear papa would say so; and it is nobody's fault."
"It is everybody's fault," cried Cicely, forgetting herself, getting up
in her passion, and walking about the room; "the parish, and the Church,
and all the world! Oh, you may smile! It does not touch you; you are
well off; you cannot be put out of your home; you cannot have everything
taken from you, and see everybody smiling pity upon you, and no one
putting out a hand to help. Pity! we don't want pity," cried Cicely; "we
want justice. How dare you all stand by and see it done? The Church, the
Church! that everybody preaches about as if it was God, and yet that
lets an old servant be so treated--an old servant that has worked so
hard, never sparing himself! If this is the Church's doing, the Church
is harder than the farmers--worse, worse than worldly people. Do you
think God will be pleased because he is well connected? or is it God's
fault?" Here her voice broke with a sob and shudder, and suddenly
dropping from her height of passion, Cicely said faintly, "Papa!"
"What is it?" said the curate, coming in. "Surely I heard something very
strange. Mrs. Ascott, I beg your pardon; my ears must have deceived me.
I thought Cicely must be repeating, to amuse herself, some speech,
perhaps out of _Paradise Lost_. I have heard of some great man who was
caught doing that, and frightened everybody who heard him," said Mr. St.
John, shaking hands with the visitor with his friendly smile.
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