When Mr. Archibald went back to his camp he met Raybold, stalking moodily. Having been told what had been done for the bishop’s relief, the young man was astonished.
“A complete outfit, and for him? I would not have dreamed of it; and besides, it is of no use; it must be days before the clothes arrive, and my sister wishes to come immediately.”
“Do you suppose,” exclaimed Mr. Archibald, “that I am doing this for the sake of your sister? I am doing it for the man himself.”
When Mr. Archibald told his wife of this little interview they both laughed heartily.
“If Mr. Raybold’s sister,” said she, “is like him, I do not think we shall care to have her here; but sisters are often very different from their brothers. However, the bishop need not prevent her coming. If his clothes do not arrive before she does, I am sure there could be no objection to her tent being set up for a time in some of the open space in our camp, and then we shall become sooner acquainted with her; if she is a suitable person, I shall be very glad indeed for Margery to have a companion.”
“All right,” said Mr. Archibald; “let her pitch her tent where she pleases. I am satisfied.”