Clergy -- Fiction; Great Britain -- Fiction; Religious fiction
A tender caress answered this question. But delay in matters of business
was not the besetting sin of Mr. Cartwright; and while the embrace yet
lasted, he stretched his arm to the bell. The summons was answered, and
the cab despatched for the lawyer with a celerity that did much credit
to the establishment.
When Mr. Corbold arrived, he was received by his cousin in the library,
which, in conformity to the resolution announced long ago to Charles
Mowbray, was preserved religiously for his own use and comfort; and a
few minutes' short but pithy conversation sufficed to put the serious
attorney _au fait_ of what was expected of him.
"You know, cousin Stephen," said the Vicar of Wrexhill, "that the Lord
is about to bless my house with increase; and it is partly on this
account, and partly for the purpose of making a suitable provision for
me in case of her death,--which may he long delay!"
"I am sure, cousin Cartwright, there is no work that I could set about
with greater readiness and pleasure. Shall I receive my instructions
from you, cousin, at this present time?" and the zealous Mr. Corbold
accompanied the question by an action very germain to it,--namely, the
pulling forth from a long breast-pocket a technically-arranged portion
of draught-paper tied round with red tape.
"By no means, cousin Stephen," replied the Vicar of Wrexhill; "it is
from my beloved wife herself that I wish you to receive your
instructions. Of course, what you do to-day can only be preparatory to
the engrossing it on parchment: and though, from delicacy, I will not be
present during your interview with her, yet before the document be
finally signed, sealed, and delivered, I shall naturally wish to glance
my eye over it. There is no longer, therefore, any occasion to delay;
come with me, cousin Stephen, to my dear wife's dressing-room; and may
Heaven bless to you and to me the fruits of this day's labour!"
The master of the house then preceded the serious but admiring attorney
through the stately hall, and up the stately staircase, and into the
beautiful little apartment where Mrs. Cartwright, with a very pensive
expression of countenance, sat ready to receive them.
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