THE STORY OF A CATHEDRAL TOWN.
By E. S. Curry, Author of "One of the Greatest," "Closely Veiled," Etc.
CHAPTER VII.
"BIP? BIP?"
Mrs. Lytchett was paying a homiletic visit to Mrs. Bethune. She often did. She had great ideas of the duty of a Bishop's wife in keeping the wives of all the other clergy up to theirs; and there was much in the Bethune household that, in her opinion, required exceptional looking after. She liked Mrs. Bethune very much, and pitied her not a little. Just now, she must require help in managing Marjorie. A girl fresh from school—and not at all the school Mrs. Lytchett had advised for her—was almost always tiresome at first, till she had been settled into her place. Mrs. Lytchett meant to settle Marjorie.
"Oh, I am glad to see you up, and looking well," she said, coming in briskly on the early afternoon's calm.
Mr. Bethune put a chair for her beside his wife's sofa, and then sat down again to the littered table. He had long ago attuned himself to a placidity and aloofness in the midst of chatter which nothing ordinary could disturb.
"How dreadfully busy Mr. Bethune looks! Is it another book?" Mrs. Lytchett said.