The Rector took his cup of tea, always with a side glance at the kettle, and cut his cake, and made his gentle jest. “If Alick and I come over in the night and carry them all off you must not be surprised,” he said; “such valuable things as these in a little poor parish are a dreadful temptation, and I don’t suppose you have much in the way of bolts and bars. Alick is as nimble as a cat, he can get in at any crevice, and I’ll bring over the box for the collections to carry off the little things.” This harmless wit pleased the good clergyman much, and he repeated it to all the ladies. “I am coming over with Alick one of these dark nights to make a sweep of everything,” he said. Mr. Hudson retired in the gentle laughter that followed this, feeling that he had acquitted himself as a man ought who is the only gentleman present, as well as the Rector of the parish. “I am afraid I would not be a good judge of the ‘things,’” he said, “and for anything I know there may be mysteries not intended for men’s eyes. I like to see your pretty dresses when you are wearing them, but I can’t judge of their effect in the gross.” He was a man who had a pleasant wit. The ladies all agreed that the Rector was sure to make you laugh whatever was the occasion, and he walked home very briskly, pleased with the effect of the kettle, and saying to himself that from the moment he saw it in Mappin’s window he had felt sure it was the very thing. The other ladies were sufficiently impressed with the number and splendour of Elinor’s gowns. Mrs. Dennistoun explained, with a humility which was not, I fear, untinctured by pride, that both number and variety were rendered necessary by the fact that Elinor was going upon a series of visits among her future husband’s great relations, and would have to be much in society and among fine people who dressed very much, and would expect a great deal from a bride. “Of course, in ordinary circumstances the half of them would have been enough: for I don’t approve of too many dresses.” “They get old-fashioned,” said Mrs. Hudson, gravely, “before they are half worn out.” “And to do them up again is quite as expensive as getting new ones, and not so satisfactory,” said the Miss Hills. The proud mother allowed both of these drawbacks. “But what could I do?” she said. “I cannot have my child go away into such a different sphere unprovided. It is a sacrifice, but we had to make it. I wish,” she said, looking round to see that Elinor was out of hearing, “it was the only sacrifice that had to be made.” “Let us hope,” said the Rector’s wife, solemnly, “that it will all turn out for the best.” “It will do that however it turns out,” said Miss Dale, who was even more serious than it was incumbent on a member of a clerical household to be, “for we all know that troubles are sent for our advantage as well as blessings, and poor dear Elinor may require much discipline----”