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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 frivolous



person."

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




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