Civil service -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
'I certainly think he might have gone to church,' said Mrs. Woodward,
when the hall-door closed behind the party, as they started to their
place of worship.
'Oh! mamma, think how much he has to do,' said Gertrude.
'Nonsense,' said Mrs. Woodward; 'it's all affectation, and he ought to
go to church. Government clerks are not worked so hard as all that; are
they, Harry?'
'Alaric is certainly very busy, but I think he should go to church all
the same,' said Harry, who himself never omitted divine worship.
'But surely this is a work of necessity?' said Linda.
'Fiddle-de-de,' said Mrs. Woodward; 'I hate affectation, my dear. It's
very grand, I dare say, for a young man's services to be in such request
that he cannot find time to say his prayers. He'll find plenty of time
for gossiping by and by, I don't doubt.'
Linda could say nothing further, for an unbidden tear moistened her
eyelid as she heard her mother speak so harshly of her lover. Gertrude,
however, took up the cudgels for him, and so did Captain Cuttwater.
'I think you are a little hard upon him, mamma,' said Gertrude,
'particularly when you know that, as a rule, he always goes to church. I
have heard you say yourself what an excellent churchman he is.'
'Young men change sometimes,' said Mrs. Woodward.
'Upon my word, Bessie, I think you are very uncharitable this fine
Sunday morning,' said the captain. 'I wonder how you'll feel if we have
that chapter about the beam and the mote.'
Mrs. Woodward did not quite like being scolded by her uncle before her
daughters, but she said nothing further. Katie, however, looked daggers
at the old man from out her big bright eyes. What right had any man,
were he ever so old, ever so much an uncle, to scold her mamma? Katie
was inclined to join her mother and take Harry Norman's side, for it was
Harry Norman who owned the boat.
They were now at the church door, and they entered without saying
anything further. Let us hope that charity, which surpasseth all other
virtues, guided their prayers while they were there, and filled their
hearts. In the meantime Alaric, unconscious how he had been attacked and
how defended, worked hard at his Tavistock notes.
Mrs. Woodward was quite right in this, that the Commissioner of the
Mines, though he was unable to find time to go to church, did find time
to saunter about with the girls before dinner. Was it to be expected
that he should not do so? for what other purpose was he there at
Hampton?
They were all very serious this Sunday afternoon, and Katie could make
nothing of them. She and Charley, indeed, went off by themselves to a
desert island, or a place that would have been a desert island had the
water run round it, and there built stupendous palaces and laid out
glorious gardens. Charley was the most good-natured of men, and could he
have only brought a boat with him, as Harry so often did, he would soon
have been first favourite with Katie.
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