“O, yes,” he replied in a sort of careless way; “I know what he sent it for—that he may get my vote at the next election of town councillors. I can see through it.”
“Did not Mr. Shakleton call at your house the other day? and were you not pleased to see him?”
“So far as that goes, I was pleased; but I know what he called for; not to see me or mine. It is not worth saying, but I know.”
“Has not Mrs. Mount recently joined your church? She is an excellent lady, of very good means and intelligence. I should think you will value her acquisition to your number.”
“Well, as for that, I cannot say. I like persons to act from pure motives in all things, especially in religious. Don’t you know Mrs. Mount is a widow, and there is in our church that Squire Nance, a bachelor? I needn’t say any more.”
“The Rev. Mr. Wem has left our church and gone to a church in London.”
“Indeed! I was not aware of that, but I guess it is to obtain more salary.”
“How do you know that?”
“How do I know it? You may depend he wouldn’t have gone unless he could better himself.”
“My dear,” said Mrs. Park to her husband one evening as they were sitting alone, “Tom has gone with young Munster to the city, and will be back about ten o’clock.”