“O deary me! sir, don’t go and tell him I said anything, as if I wanted him to marry my daughter.”
“Don’t you be afraid. I’ll take good care of that. And don’t fancy I’m fond of meddling with other people’s affairs. But this is a case in which I ought to do something. Joe’s a fine fellow.”
“That he be, sir. I couldn’t wish a better for a son-in-law.”
I put on my hat.
“You won’t get me into no trouble with Joe, will ye, sir!”
“Indeed I will not, Mrs. Coombes. I should be doing a great deal more harm than good if I said a word to make him doubt you.”
I went straight to the church. There were the two men working away in the shadowy tower, and there was Agnes standing beside, knitting like her mother, so quiet, so solemn even, that it did indeed look as if she were a long-married wife, hovering about her husband at his work. Harry was saying something to her as I went in, but when they saw me they were silent, and Agnes gently withdrew.
“Do you think you will get through to-night?” I asked.
“Sure of it, sir,” answered Harry.
“You shouldn’t be sure of anything, Harry. We are told in the New Testament that we ought to say If the Lord will,” said Joe.