Whatever the curate's defects of person--and he flattered himself that he was modest enough to know his bad points--no one, he fancied, could deny him manliness. It is possible that he was not deceived. Put him in a bowler-hat and a bell-bottomed coat, and few could have distinguished him from a cab-driver. "I don't see anything particular in his eyes or hair," pursued Mrs. Jackson. "His features are fairly regular. But that always strikes me as insipid in a man." "And he's not a good conversationalist." "I'm bound to confess I've never heard him say anything clever," remarked the Vicar. "No," smiled the curate; "one could hardly call him a brilliant epigrammatist." "I don't think he's well informed." "Oh, well, you know, one doesn't expect knowledge from army men," said the curate, with a contemptuous smile and a shrug of the shoulders. "I must say I was rather amused when he confessed he hadn't read Marie Corelli." "I can hardly believe that. I think it was only pose." "I'm sorry to say that my experience of young officers is that there are absolutely no bounds to their ignorance." They had satisfactorily stripped James of every quality, mental and physical, which could have made him attractive in Mary's eyes; and the curate's next remark was quite natural. "I'm afraid it sounds a conceited thing to say, but I can't help asking myself what Miss Clibborn saw in him." "Love is blind," replied Mrs. Jackson. "She could have done much better for herself." They paused to consider the vagaries of the tender passion, and the matches which Mary might have made, had she been so inclined. "Archibald," said Mrs. Jackson at last, with the decision characteristic of her, "I've made up my mind. As vicar of the parish, _you_ must go to Captain Parsons." "I, my dear?" "Yes, Archibald. You must insist upon him fulfilling his engagement with Mary. Say that you are shocked and grieved; and ask him if his own conscience does not tell him that he has done wrong." "I'm not sure that he'd listen to reason," nervously remarked the Vicar. "It's your duty to try, Archibald. We're so afraid of being called busybodies that even when we ought to step in we hesitate. No motives of delicacy should stop one when a wicked action is to be prevented. It's often the clergy's duty to interfere with other people's affairs. For my part, I will never shrink from doing my duty. People may call me a busybody if they like; hard words break no bones." "Captain Parsons is very reserved. He might think it an impertinence if I went to him." "How could he? Isn't it our business if he breaks his word with a parishioner of ours? If you don't talk to him, I shall. So there, Archibald!" "Why don't you, Mrs. Jackson?" "Nothing would please me better, I should thoroughly enjoy giving him a piece of my mind. It would do him good to be told frankly that he's not quite so great as he thinks himself. I will never shrink from doing my duty."