“What about the boy?” she inquired, referring to his son.
“The man, you mean; for he is twenty-eight years old. I don’t know! I hope he will never get a pulpit, for I know this much, that he is totally unfit for one; yes, and the bishops, whose boots he is always licking in the hope of preferment, know it, too! He got the promise of the living here at Haymore from the fraudulent claimant who has ruined us all, or tried to do so; but that goes for nothing at all, for Mr. Randolph Hay has already given it to the Rev. Mr. Campbell, a good man and worthy minister. So my vagabond will also have to meet with humiliating disappointment along with his felonious patron and wretched sister.”
“Think no more on it, except to do the best you can and leave the rest to the Lord,” said Julia.
At this moment the door opened and a footman entered with a large tray laden with tea, bread and butter, game pie, cakes, sweetmeats and other edibles. He put it down on the tables between the two people and said:
“My mistress thought, sir, that you might like refreshments after your journey. And would you prefer a bottle of wine, sir?”
“No, thank you; nothing more whatever. You need not wait,” replied Mr. Legg.
The man touched his forehead and left the room.
Judy had remembered what Ran, with all his goodness of heart, had forgotten.
But, then, it is almost always Eve, and seldom or never Adam, who is
“On hospitable thoughts intent,”