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Robert drew his squat figure up to its full height, which was
insignificant enough, and eyed her with contemptuous
disapproval.
“What about?”
“Why not?”
Mr Musgrave flushed.
“Oh, that’s it, is it? Well, you had better come on to the
house. I expect we shall find Diogenes there. He was,
before you arrived, taking a stroll with me. Seems to be
pretty much at home here. Why can’t you keep him at your
place?”
“Why?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “I don’t see how that can be.”
“You don’t appear old or dull to me,” she said softly. “I—
didn’t mean that.”
Peggy glanced swiftly into the face of the man beside her
and laughed happily, and John Musgrave, finding to his vast
amazement the laughing face held firmly between his two
hands, bent his head suddenly and kissed the curving lips.
The vicar turned his face towards the speaker, the old
whimsical smile lighting his features.
“Not done for, Robert. They are just beginning life,” he said.
“When you married Hannah were you done for?” the vicar
inquired.
“Did I never tell you ’ow that came about?” Robert said. “I
didn’ go wi’ Hannah, not first along. I went wi’ a young
woman from Cross-ways. Me an’ ’er had been walking out
for a goodish while when ’er says to me one night, ‘Will ’ee
come in a-Toosday?’ I says, ‘Yes, I will.’ Well, sir, you never
seed rain like it rained that Toosday. I wasn’t goin’ to get
into my best clothes to go out there an’ get soaked to the
skin in; so I brushed myself up as I was, an’ changed my
boots; an’ when I got out ’er turned up ’er nose at me. So I
went straight off an’ took up with Hannah.”
Walter Errol, having finished disrobing, took his soft hat and
went out to the motor, which had returned from the Hall to
fetch him, and was driven swiftly to the scene of the
festivities, the joyous pealing of the bells sounding
harmoniously in the lazy stillness of the summer day. Past
John Musgrave’s home the motor bore him; past Miss
Simpson’s comfortable house, where the blinds were
jealously lowered as though a funeral, instead of a wedding,
were in progress. And, indeed, for the Moresby spinster the
chiming of the marriage-peal was as the funeral knell
ringing the last rites over the grave of her dead hopes. Miss
Simpson was the only person in Moresby who sympathised
with the sexton’s opinion that John Musgrave was done for.
“It isn’t Coelebs any longer, John. You were a wise man and
waited patiently for the right woman.”
The End.