Again twenty minutes elapsed: then I heard a long-drawn sigh, and Joshua said in a grave, emotionless voice, “Mary, there be no damper in my buzzom.”
“There come master and mistress from church,” exclaimed Mary; “Joshua, you must go.”
“Lord!” said the swain, slowly rising, “how I have enjoyed myself, Mary.”
Next Sunday the banns were called.
This was slow allemanding indeed, quite at the cinque-pace, but then it was the love-making of an inexperienced youthful couple. Marianne Saltren and Captain Tubb had gone through the process at least once previously, so that there was not the same shyness and stiffness in their courtship. Nevertheless they conformed to the rule of country courtship, and allemanded about each other, though, I grant you, at a sprightlier pace than that of Joshua and Mary, before they joined hands and went down the middle.
CHAPTER XLIX.
TWO ORLEIGH GIRLS.
Mrs. Welsh burst in on Arminell one evening just before dinner with a face of dismay, and both her hands uplifted.
“Mercy on us! What do you think?” Arminell stood up. “What has happened, Mrs. Welsh?” she asked in some alarm.
“My dear! You might have knocked me down with a feather. I thought that the girl would be sure to know how to do boiled rabbit with onion sauce.”
“Does she not?”