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the dinner bell rang sharply. catia rose from the settle with a bit of a rustle and took her place at the head of the table. the reverend florence brenton had been a steady sufferer from bad food for years. she leaned upon her crutches in her passing to the dining-room, where mrs. radbrook still sat, supported by cushions; but catia would not permit mrs. radbrook to join the other ladies in eating. she left the front door open, and told scott that mrs. radbrook was too weak to eat in company, and would be grateful to have her meals brought to her bedroom. the cook, still nervous of that wayward young widow, followed mrs. radbrook through the room, and looked with mute apprehension at mrs. brenton as she sat down. mrs. brenton, on the contrary, received the news as a matter of course; to her, it was simply part of the cost of keeping up an establishment that a very few of the inhabitants should come in and partake of the hospitality which was so wholly at their disposal. she merely asked mrs. radbrook to have her meal served in the room facing the street; and that, as well as she knew mrs. radbrook, was as far as she would go. she smiled, however, a little ill-naturedly, as she went on with her dinner and her talk.

it was, indeed, a grim sight, the morning after that sunday night in the week before christmas. he had risen almost with the dawn, and had walked out into the raw morning before the house woke. there had been no need for him to ask himself, 'what happened last night?', no need for him to ask for any sort of explanation. he had felt no barrier between himself and the world, and had instantly, at once, became conscious that, however unfitting, the barrier between him and his wife had died. and that was the end of the matter there had been no need even for words between them, and the days following had been too preoccupied with the feelings of the moment, to invite or to warrant talk.

as she grew older, the child's wants, education and amusements became wider. catia liked the outside world. that was natural enough; but she did not have the limitations of her father's education. all through high school, catia knew exactly what she wanted, and she went for it. and she got it. as a matter of course, catia wasted but little time in the preliminary conversation with her host who, as a matter of course, had taken her in to dinner. dennison was older than he looked, less impressed than he seemed, and clothed impeccably. catia dismissed him as a youngster of scanty account, for he certainly was not formidable to look upon, and her studies in the napoleonic period had never brought her into close acquaintance with his really epoch-making monograph. to be sure, she had heard some one saying that he golfed extremely well; but as yet her social education was far too rudimentary to allow her mind to grasp all that that fact connoted. therefore she turned her attention to doctor keltridge a thought sooner than the strict laws of table talk allowed. of doctor keltridge she had heard already and often. he was their senior warden, and she the rector's lady; they could not fail to have many points in common. by way of discovering those points quite promptly, catia turned away from dennison and ruthlessly cut in upon doctor keltridge's amicable sparring with his other neighbour whom, as it chanced, the good doctor had escorted across the portal of this world. into this elaborate and decorative harness, scott brenton was now breaking his young strength, his young ambition. in his old parish in the hills, it had been a question of preaching the best sermons that he could and looking out for his people in the intervals, rather than of forms and ceremonies and intonations of the nicene creed. in accepting the bishop's intimation that saint peter's parish would extend to him a welcoming hand, he had thought singularly little about the outward trappings of his priesthood. catia knew it all; but she held her peace. the bishop also had held his peace, and a little bit for the same reason that catia had done. he knew the theological history of scott brenton; he knew that, like all half-broken colts, he easily might shy at first sight of the harness; yet, once with the harness on and fitted to his back, he would fall to work in earnest and pull steadily with the best of them. and it was the pulling that the bishop wished, not the mere jingling of the farthingale. under the last incumbent, saint peter's had been running down a little. it was not in all respects an easy parish; and brenton, young, earnest and as magnetic as he was self-distrustful, was the very man to build it up. nevertheless, the bishop saw to it that scott brenton should never attend a service at saint peter's, until his acceptance of the parish was settled past all gainsaying. 5ec8ef588b

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