“Then why did he go to your chapel the other Sunday?”
“Did he go?” said Jinny, amazed. “I dare say that’s what has depressed him.”
“He not only went, but with your peculiar ideas of the House of God, he had his dinner there!”
“Oh, no! Why he was dining at ‘The Black Sheep.’ ”
“Nothing of the sort. A dressmaker has ears.”
“But a carrier has eyes. And I saw him there.”
“Then I’ll never believe Isabella Mawhood again.”
“I hope you haven’t been making her more vanities,” said Jinny, as she slowly turned Methusalem’s nose the other way.
“Only a new bonnet, you funny little Peculiar. You see the case was coming on at the Chelmsford Sessions, and I should have got a verdict against Mr. Mawhood not only for his wife’s silk dress, but for the chickens his ferrets killed——”
“You issued a replevin, I suppose,” put in Jinny grandly.