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acquaintance, and Dr Thorne as a doctor.â
âIt is dreadful to have him here, even standing in the room with me.
How can one talk to oneâs doctor openly and confidentially when one
looks upon him as oneâs worst enemy?â And Lady Arabella, softening,
almost melted into tears.
âMy dear, you cannot wonder that I should be anxious for you.â
Lady Arabella gave a little snuffle, which might be taken as a not
very eloquent expression of thanks for the squireâs solicitude, or as
an ironical jeer at his want of sincerity.
âAnd, therefore, I have not lost a moment in telling you what Sir
Omicron said. âYou should have Thorne back here;â those were his very
words. You can think it over, my dear. And remember this, Bell; if he
is to do any good no time should be lost.â
And then the squire left the room, and Lady Arabella remained alone,
perplexed by many doubts.
Mr Oriel
I must now, shortlyâas shortly as it is in my power to do
itâintroduce a new character to my reader. Mention has been made
of the rectory of Greshamsbury; but, hitherto, no opportunity has
offered itself for the Rev Caleb Oriel to come upon the boards.
Mr Oriel was a man of family and fortune, who, having gone to Oxford
with the usual views of such men, had become inoculated there with
very High-Church principles, and had gone into orders influenced by a
feeling of enthusiastic love for the priesthood. He was by no means
an asceticâsuch men, indeed, seldom areânor was he a devotee. He
was a man well able, and certainly willing, to do the work of a
parish clergyman; and when he became one, he was efficacious in his
profession. But it may perhaps be said of him, without speaking
slanderously, that his original calling, as a young man, was rather
to the outward and visible signs of religion than to its inward and
spiritual graces.
He delighted in lecterns and credence-tables, in services at dark
hours of winter mornings when no one would attend, in high waistcoats
and narrow white neckties, in chanted services and intoned prayers,
and in all the paraphernalia of Anglican formalities which have given
such offence to those of our brethren who live in daily fear of the
scarlet lady. Many of his friends declared that Mr Oriel would sooner
or later deliver himself over body and soul to that lady; but there
was no need to fear for him: for though sufficiently enthusiastic to
get out of bed at five a.m. on winter morningsâhe did so, at least,
all through his first winter at Greshamsburyâhe was not made of
that stuff which is necessary for a staunch, burning, self-denying
convert. It was not in him to change his very sleek black coat for a
Capuchinâs filthy cassock, nor his pleasant parsonage for some dirty
hole in Rome. And it was better so both for him and others. There are
but few, very few, to whom it is given to be a Huss, a Wickliffe,
or a Luther; and a man gains but little by being a false Huss, or a
false Luther,âand his neighbours gain less.
But certain lengths in self-privation Mr Oriel did go; at any rate,
for some time. He eschewed matrimony, imagining that it became him
as a priest to do so. He fasted rigorously on Fridays; and the
neighbours declared that he scourged himself.
Mr Oriel was, as it has been said, a man of fortune; that is to say,
when he came of age he was master of thirty thousand pounds. When he
took it into his head to go into the Church, his friends bought for
him the next presentation to the living at Greshamsbury; and, a year
after his ordination, the living falling in, Mr Oriel brought himself
and his sister to the rectory.
Mr Oriel soon became popular. He was a dark-haired, good-looking
man, of polished manners, agreeable in society, not given to monkish
austeritiesâexcept in the matter of Fridaysânor yet to the
Low-Church severity of demeanour. He was thoroughly a gentleman,
good-humoured, inoffensive, and sociable. But he had one fault: he
was not a marrying man.
On this ground there was a feeling against him so strong as almost at
one time to throw him into serious danger. It was not only that he
should be sworn against matrimony in his individual selfâhe whom
fate had made so able to sustain the weight of a wife and family;
but what an example he was setting! If other clergymen all around
should declare against wives and families, what was to become of the
country? What was to be done in the rural districts? The religious
observances, as regards women, of a Brigham Young were hardly so bad
as this!
There were around Greshamsbury very many unmarried ladiesâI believe
there generally are so round most such villages. From the great house
he did not receive much annoyance. Beatrice was then only just on the
verge of being brought out, and was not perhaps inclined to think
very much of a young clergyman; and Augusta certainly intended to fly
at higher game. But there were the Miss Athelings, the daughters of
a neighbouring clergyman, who were ready to go all lengths with him
in High-Church matters, except as that one tremendously papal step
of celibacy; and the two Miss Hesterwells, of Hesterwell Park, the
younger of whom boldly declared her purpose of civilising the savage;
and Mrs Opie Green, a very pretty widow, with a very pretty jointure,
who lived in a very pretty house about a mile from Greshamsbury, and
who declared her opinion that Mr Oriel was quite right in his view of
a clergymanâs position. How could a woman, situated as she was, have
the comfort of a clergymanâs attention if he were to be regarded
just as any other man? She could now know in what light to regard
Mr Oriel, and would be able without scruple to avail herself of his
zeal. So she did avail herself of his zeal,âand that without any
scruple.
And then there was Miss Gushing,âa young thing. Miss Gushing had a
great advantage over the other competitors for the civilisation of
Mr Oriel, namely, in thisâthat she was able to attend his morning
services. If Mr Oriel was to be reached in any way, it was probable
that he might be reached in this way. If anything could civilise
him, this would do it. Therefore, the young thing, through all one
long, tedious winter, tore herself from her warm bed, and was to
be seenâno, not seen, but heardâentering Mr Orielâs church at
six oâclock. With indefatigable assiduity the responses were made,
uttered from under a close bonnet, and out of a dark corner, in an
enthusiastically feminine voice, through the whole winter.
Nor did Miss Gushing altogether fail in her object. When a
clergymanâs daily audience consists of but one person, and that
person is a young lady, it is hardly possible that he should not
become personally intimate with her; hardly possible that he should
not be in some measure grateful. Miss Gushingâs responses came from
her with such fervour, and she begged for ghostly advice with such
eager longing to have her scruples satisfied, that Mr Oriel had
nothing for it but to give way to a certain amount of civilisation.
By degrees it came to pass that Miss Gushing could never get her
final prayer said, her shawl and boa adjusted, and stow away her
nice new Prayer-Book with the red letters inside, and the cross on
the back, till Mr Oriel had been into his vestry and got rid of
his surplice. And then they met at the church-porch, and naturally
walked together till Mr Orielâs cruel gateway separated them. The
young thing did sometimes think that, as the parsonâs civilisation
progressed, he might have taken the trouble to walk with her as far
as Mr Yates Umblebyâs hall door; but she had hope to sustain her, and
a firm resolve to merit success, even though she might not attain it.
âIs it not ten thousand pities,â she once said to him, âthat none
here should avail themselves of the inestimable privilege which your
coming has conferred upon us? Oh, Mr Oriel, I do so wonder at it! To
me it is so delightful! The morning service in the dark church is so
beautiful, so touching!â
âI suppose they think it is a bore getting up so early,â said Mr
Oriel.
âAh, a bore!â said Miss Gushing, in an enthusiastic tone of
depreciation. âHow insensate they must be! To me it gives a new charm
to life. It quiets one for the day; makes one so much fitter for
oneâs daily trials and daily troubles. Does it not, Mr Oriel?â
âI look upon morning prayer as an imperative duty, certainly.â
âOh, certainly, a most imperative duty; but so delicious at the same
time. I spoke to Mrs Umbleby about it, but she said she could not
leave the children.â
âNo: I dare say not,â said Mr Oriel.
âAnd Mr Umbleby said his business kept him up so late at night.â
âVery probably. I hardly expect the attendance of men of business.â
âBut the servants might come, mightnât they, Mr Oriel?â
âI fear that servants seldom can have time for daily prayers in
church.â
âOh, ah, no; perhaps not.â And then Miss Gushing began to bethink
herself of whom should be composed the congregation which it must be
presumed that Mr Oriel wished to see around him. But on this matter
he did not enlighten her.
Then Miss Gushing took to fasting on Fridays, and made some futile
attempts to induce her priest to give her the comfort of confessional
absolution. But, unfortunately, the zeal of the master waxed cool
as that of the pupil waxed hot; and, at last, when the young thing
returned to Greshamsbury from an autumn excursion which she had made
with Mrs Umbleby to Weston-super-Mare, she found that the delicious
morning services had died a natural death. Miss Gushing did not on
that account give up the game, but she was bound to fight with no
particular advantage in her favour.
Miss Oriel, though a good Churchwoman, was by no means a convert to
her brotherâs extremist views, and perhaps gave but scanty credit
to the Gushings, Athelings, and Opie Greens for the sincerity of
their religion. But, nevertheless, she and her brother were staunch
friends; and she still hoped to see the day when he might be induced
to think that an English parson might get through his parish work
with the assistance of a wife better than he could do without such
feminine encumbrance. The girl whom she selected for his bride was
not the young thing, but Beatrice Gresham.
And at last it seemed probable to Mr Orielâs nearest friends that he
was in a fair way to be overcome. Not that he had begun to make love
to Beatrice, or committed himself by the utterance of any opinion as
to the propriety of clerical marriages; but he daily became looser
about his peculiar tenets, raved less immoderately than heretofore as
to the atrocity of the Greshamsbury church pews, and was observed to
take some opportunities of conversing alone with Beatrice. Beatrice
had always denied the imputationâthis had usually been made by Mary
in their happy daysâwith vehement asseverations of anger; and Miss
Gushing had tittered, and expressed herself as supposing that great
peopleâs daughters might be as barefaced as they pleased.
All this had happened previous to the great Greshamsbury feud. Mr
Oriel gradually got himself into a
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