'
'I shall come. Master Deputy, what do you owe me?'
'A job.'
'Mind you pay me honestly with the job of showing me Mr. Durdles's
house when I want to go there.'
Deputy, with a piercing broadside of whistle through the whole gap
in his mouth, as a receipt in full for all arrears, vanished.
The Worshipful and the Worshipper then passed on together until
they parted, with many ceremonies, at the Worshipful's door; even
then the Worshipper carried his hat under his arm, and gave his
streaming white hair to the breeze.
Said Mr. Datchery to himself that night, as he looked at his white
hair in the gas-lighted looking-glass over the coffee-room
chimneypiece at the Crozier, and shook it out: 'For a single
buffer, of an easy temper, living idly on his means, I have had a
rather busy afternoon!'
CHAPTER XIX - SHADOW ON THE SUN-DIAL
AGAIN Miss Twinkleton has delivered her valedictory address, with
the accompaniments of white-wine and pound-cake, and again the
young ladies have departed to their several homes. Helena Landless
has left the Nuns' House to attend her brother's fortunes, and
pretty Rosa is alone.
Cloisterham is so bright and sunny in these summer days, that the
Cathedral and the monastery-ruin show as if their strong walls were
transparent. A soft glow seems to shine from within them, rather
than upon them from without, such is their mellowness as they look
forth on the hot corn-fields and the smoking roads that distantly
wind among them.
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