Of course, my conscience-keeper at Rosebury was anxious to know about the
school-dinner, and all the speeches made, and the guests assembled there;
but she soot ceased to inquire about these when I came to give her the
news of the discovery of our dear old friend in the habit of a Poor
Brother of Grey Friars. She was very glad to hear that Clive and his
little son had been reunited to the Colonel; and appeared to imagine at
first, that there was some wonderful merit upon my part in bringing the
three together.
"Well--no great merit, Pen, as you will put it," says the Confessor; "but
it was kindly thought, sir--and I like my husband when he is kind best;
and don't wonder at your having made a stupid speech at the dinner, as
you say you did, when you had this other subject to think of. That is a
beautiful psalm, Pen, and those verses which you were reading when you
saw him, especially beautiful."
"But in the presence of eighty old gentlemen, who have all come to decay,
and have all had to beg their bread in a manner, don't you think the
clergyman might choose some other psalm?" asks Mr.
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