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generally misconducts himself with things that I can scarcely tell you all, one can’t help thinking, sir. Thought is free, sir, and one can’t help coming to one’s own conclusions. Besides which, there is talk all over the village about him⁠—what with one thing and another. I know a gentleman when I sees a gentleman, and I know a gentleman when I don’t see a gentleman, and me, and Susan, and George, we’ve talked it over, being the upper servants, so to speak, and experienced, and leaving out that girl Delia, who I only hope won’t come to any harm through him, and depend upon it, sir, that Mr. Angel ain’t what you think he is, sir, and the sooner he leaves this house the better.”

Mrs. Hinijer ceased abruptly and stood panting but stern, and with her eyes grimly fixed on the Vicar’s face.

“Really, Mrs. Hinijer!” said the Vicar, and then, “Oh Lord!”

“What have I done?” said the Vicar, suddenly starting up and appealing to the inexorable fates. “What have I done?”

“There’s no knowing,” said Mrs. Hinijer. “Though a deal of talk in the village.”

“Bother!” said the Vicar, going and staring out of the window. Then he turned. “Look here, Mrs. Hinijer! Mr. Angel will be leaving this house in the course of a week. Is that enough?”

“Quite,” said Mrs. Hinijer. “And I feel sure, sir.⁠ ⁠…”

The Vicar’s eyes fell with unwonted eloquence upon the door.

XLV The Angel in Trouble

“The fact is,” said the Vicar, “this is no world for Angels.”

The blinds had not been drawn, and the twilight outer world under an overcast sky seemed unspeakably grey and cold. The Angel sat at table in dejected silence. His inevitable departure had been proclaimed. Since his presence hurt people and made the Vicar wretched he acquiesced in the justice of the decision, but what would happen to him after his plunge he could not imagine. Something very disagreeable certainly.

“There is the violin,” said the Vicar. “Only after our experience⁠—”

“I must get you clothes⁠—a general outfit.⁠—Dear me! you don’t understand railway travelling! And coinage! Taking lodgings! Eating-houses!⁠—I must come up at least and see you settled. Get work for you. But an Angel in London! Working for his living! That grey cold wilderness of people! What will become of you?⁠—If I had one friend in the world I could trust to believe me!”

“I ought not to be sending you away⁠—”

“Do not trouble overmuch for me, my friend,” said the Angel. “At least this life of yours ends. And there are things in it. There is something in this life of yours⁠—Your care for me! I thought there was nothing beautiful at all in life⁠—”

“And I have betrayed you!” said the Vicar, with a sudden wave of remorse. “Why did I not face them all⁠—say, ‘This is the best of life’? What do these everyday things matter?”

He stopped suddenly. “What do they matter?” he said.

“I have only come into your life to trouble it,” said the Angel.

“Don’t say that,” said the Vicar. “You have come into my life to awaken me. I have been dreaming⁠—dreaming. Dreaming this was necessary and that. Dreaming that this narrow prison was the world. And the dream still hangs about me and troubles me. That is all. Even your departure⁠—. Am I not dreaming that you must go?”

When he was in bed that night the mystical aspect of the case came still more forcibly before the Vicar. He lay awake and had the most horrible visions of his sweet and delicate visitor drifting through this unsympathetic world and happening upon the cruellest misadventures. His guest was an Angel assuredly. He tried to go over the whole story of the past eight days again. He thought of the hot afternoon, the shot fired out of sheer surprise, the fluttering iridescent wings, the beautiful saffron-robed figure upon the ground. How wonderful that had seemed to him! Then his mind turned to the things he had heard of the other world, to the dreams the violin had conjured up, to the vague, fluctuating, wonderful cities of the Angelic Land. He tried to recall the forms of the buildings, the shapes of the fruits upon the trees, the aspect of the winged shapes that traversed its ways. They grew from a memory into a present reality, grew every moment just a little more vivid and his troubles a little less immediate; and so, softly and quietly, the Vicar slipped out of his troubles and perplexities into the Land of Dreams.

XLVI The Angel in Trouble (Continued)

Delia sat with her window open, hoping to hear the Angel play. But that night there was to be no playing. The sky was overcast, yet not so thickly but that the moon was visible. High up a broken cloud-lace drove across the sky, and now the moon was a hazy patch of light, and now it was darkened, and now rode clear and bright and sharply outlined against the blue gulf of night. And presently she heard the door into the garden opening, and a figure came out under the drifting pallor of the moonlight.

It was the Angel. But he wore once more the saffron robe in the place of his formless overcoat. In the uncertain light this garment had only a colourless shimmer, and his wings behind him seemed a leaden grey. He began taking short runs, flapping his wings and leaping, going to and fro amidst the drifting patches of light and the shadows of the trees. Delia watched him in amazement. He gave a despondent cry, leaping higher. His shrivelled wings flashed and fell. A thicker patch in the cloud-film made everything obscure. He seemed to spring five or six feet from the ground and fall clumsily. She saw him in the dimness crouching on the ground and then she heard him sobbing.

“He’s hurt!” said Delia, pressing her lips together hard and staring. “I ought to help him.”

She hesitated, then stood up and flitted swiftly towards the door, went

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