heard so."
Miss Notman shook her head. "I should wish to guard myself
against
speaking unjustly of any one," she said; "but when you
talk of 'a sweet woman,' you imply (as it seems to me) the
domestic virtues. Mrs. Eyrecourt is
essentially a
frivolousperson."
A
frivolous person is, in the vast majority of cases, a person
easily persuaded to talk, and not disposed to be reticent in
keeping secrets. Father Benwell began to see his way already to
the necessary information. "Is Mrs. Eyrecourt living in London?"
he inquired.
"Oh, dear, no! At this time of year she lives entirely in other
people's houses--goes from one country seat to another, and only
thinks of
amusing herself. No
domestic qualities, Father. _She_
would know nothing of the order of the dishes! Lady Loring, I
should have told you, gave way in the matter of the sweetbread.
It was only at quite the latter part of my 'Menoo' (as the French
call it) that she showed a spirit of opposition--well! well! I
won't dwell on that. I will only ask _you,_ Father, at what part
of a dinner an oyster-omelet ought to be served?"
Father Benwell seized his opportunity of discovering Mrs.
Eyrecourt's present address. "My dear lady," he said, "I know no
more when the omelet ought to be served than Mrs. Eyrecourt
herself! It must be very pleasant, to a lady of her way of
thinking, to enjoy the beauties of Nature inexpensively--as seen
in other people's houses, from the point of view of a welcome
guest. I wonder whether she is staying at any country seat which
I happen to have seen?"
"She may be in England, Scotland, or Ireland, for all I know,"
Miss Notman answered, with an unaffected
ignorance which placed
her good faith beyond doubt. "Consult your own taste, Father.
After eating jelly, cream, and ice-pudding, could you even _look_
at an oyster-omelet without shuddering? Would you believe it? Her
ladyship proposed to serve the omelet with the
cheese. Oysters,
after sweets! I am not (as yet) a married woman--"
Father Benwell made a last
desperate effort to pave the way for
one more question before he submitted to defeat. "That must be
_your_ fault, my dear lady!" he interposed, with his persuasive
smile.
Miss Notman simpered. "You
confuse me, Father!" she said softly.
"I speak from
inwardconviction, Miss Notman. To a looker-on,
like myself, it is sad to see how many sweet women who might be
angels in the households of
worthy men prefer to lead a single
life. The Church, I know, exalts the single life to the highest
place. But even the Church allows exceptions to its rule. Under
this roof, for example, I think I see two exceptions. One of them
my unfeigned respect" (he bowed to Miss Notman) "forbids me to
indicate more particularly. The other seems, to my
humble view,
to be the young lady of whom we have been
speaking. Is it not
strange that Miss Eyrecourt has never been married?"
The trap had been elaborately set; Father Benwell had every
reason to
anticipate that Miss Notman would walk into it. The
disconcerting
housekeeper walked up to it--and then proved unable
to advance a step further.
"I once made the same remark myself to Lady Loring," she said.
Father Benwell's pulse began to
quicken its beat. "Yes?" he
murmured, in tones of the gentlest
encouragement.
"And her ladyship," Miss Notman proceeded, "did not
encourage me
to go on. 'There are reasons for not pursuing that subject,' she
said; 'reasons into which, I am sure, you will not expect me to
enter.' She spoke with a
flattering confidence in my prudence,
which I felt
gratefully. Such a
contrast to her tone when the
omelet presented itself in the order of the dishes! As I said
just now I am not a married woman. But if I proposed to my
husband to give him an oyster-omelet after his puddings and his
pies, I should not be surprised if he said to me, 'My dear, have
you taken leave of your senses?' I reminded Lady Loring (most
respectfully) that a _
cheese_-omelette might be in its proper
place if it followed the sweets. 'An _oyster_-omelet,' I
suggested, 'surely comes after the birds?' I should be sorry to
say that her ladyship lost her temper--I will only mention that I
kept mine. Let me repeat what she said, and leave you, Father, to
draw your own
conclusions. She said, 'Which of us is
mistress in
this house, Miss Notman? I order the oyster-omelet to come in