10.50. A gleam of sunshine. We watch it. The Signor, to whom the weather is of consequence, as he intends walking to the nearest farm on a visit of inspection to some rather fine pigs, remarks, “It vill 'old-up. Ven de sun shine now, it shine all day.”
Milburd doesn't think so. My opinion is that these rays are treacherous.
10.55. First appearance of genuine blue sky. Peal of bells stopped, and one only going now. The last call. More hesitation, I ask Milburd what he thinks of it. Milburd, in an arm-chair before fire and the “Field” newspaper in his hand, says “that he doesn't know what to make of it.” Further hesitation.
Eleven. Cessation of all bells. Sudden silence everywhere. Sky bright and blue. Sun out.
Happy Thought.—If we'd only known this we might have gone to church.
Milburd (from behind the “Field”). “Yes. It's too late now.”
The Signor has started with Jenkyns Soames (who is of some philosophic form of religion, in which long walks and gymnastics play leading parts), for the Piggeries.
Of Boodels nothing has been seen, or heard, since his first message.
Mr. Orby Frimmely, under the impression that the ladies have disappeared from the scene, descends in his lounging coat, and breakfasts alone. After this he lights a cigar, and makes himself useful in the conservatory.
Madame is walking in the garden, enjoying the winter sun's warmth, and reading.