XXII
But if they bore, they could pursue
As well, and this the Bishop too;
When inner warnings proved him plain
The chase for Jump-to-glory Jane.
She knew it by his being sent
To bless the feasting in the tent.
XXIII
Not less than fifty years on end,
The Squire had been the Bishop’s friend:
And his poor tenants, harmless ones,
With souls to save! fed not on buns,
But angry meats: she took her place
Outside to show the way to grace.
XXIV
In apron suit the Bishop stood;
The crowding people kindly viewed.
A gaunt grey woman he saw rise
On air, with most beseeching eyes:
And evident as light in dark
It was, she set to him for mark.
XXV
Her highest leap had come: with ease
She jumped to reach the Bishop’s knees:
Compressing tight her arms and lips,
She sought to jump the Bishop’s hips:
Her aim flew at his apron-band,
That he might see and understand.
XXVI
The mild inquiry of his gaze
Was altered to a peaked amaze,
At sight of thirty in ascent,
To gain his notice clearly bent:
And greatly Jane at heart was vexed
By his ploughed look of mind perplexed.