But then, Miss Mosk was a high-spirited girl and believed in actions rather than speech, even though she possessed a fair command of the latter.
‘Well, Cargrim,’ said Gabriel, when he found himself in the street with his uncongenial companion, ‘what is it?’
‘It’s about the bishop.’
‘My father! Is there anything the matter with him?’
‘I fear so. He told me that he was going to London.’
‘What of that?’ said Gabriel, impatiently. ‘He told me the same thing yesterday. Has he gone?’
‘He left by the afternoon train. Do you know the object of his visit to London?’
‘No. What is his object?’
‘He goes to consult a specialist about his health.’
‘What!’ cried Gabriel, anxiously. ‘Is he ill?’
‘I think so; some nervous trouble brought on by worry.’
‘By worry! Has my father anything on his mind likely to worry him to that extent?’
Cargrim coughed significantly. ‘I think so,’ said he again. ‘He has not been himself since the visit of that stranger to the palace. I fancy the man must have brought bad news.’
‘Did the bishop tell you so?’
‘No; but I am observant, you know.’
Privately, Gabriel considered that Cargrim was a great deal too observant, and also of a meddlesome nature, else why had he come to spy out matters which did not concern him. Needless to say, Gabriel was thinking of Bell at this moment. However, he made no comment on the chaplain’s speech, but merely remarked that doubtless the bishop had his own reasons for keeping silent, and advised Cargrim to wait until he was consulted in connection with the matter, before troubling himself unnecessarily about it ‘My father knows his own business best,’ finished Gabriel, stiffly, ‘if you will forgive my speaking so plainly.’
‘Certainly, certainly, Pendle; but I owe a great deal to your father, and I would do much to save him from annoyance. By the way,’ with an abrupt change of subject, ‘do you know that I saw the stranger who called at the palace two nights ago during the reception?’
‘When? Where?’
‘At that hotel, this evening. He looks a dangerous man.’
Gabriel shrugged his shoulders. ‘It seems to me, Cargrim, that you are making a mountain out of a mole hill. A stranger sees my father, and afterwards you meet him at a public-house; there is nothing strange in that.’
‘You forget,’ hinted Cargrim, sweetly, ‘this man caused your father’s illness.’
‘We can’t be sure of that; and in any case, my father is quite clever enough to deal with his own affairs. I see no reason why you should have hunted me out to talk such nonsense. Good-night, Cargrim,’ and with a curt nod the curate stalked away, considerably annoyed by the meddlesome spirit manifested by the chaplain. He had never liked the man, and, now that he was in this interfering mood, liked him less than ever. It would be as well, thought Gabriel, that Mr Cargrim should be dismissed from his confidential office as soon as possible. Otherwise he might cause trouble, and Gabriel mentally thought of the high-coloured young lady in the bar. His conscience was not at ease regarding his admiration for her; and he dreaded lest the officious Cargrim should talk about her to the bishop. Altogether the chaplain, like a hornet, had annoyed both Dr Pendle and his son; and the bishop in London and Gabriel in Beorminster were anything but well disposed towards this clerical busybody, who minded everyone’s business instead of his own. It is such people who stir up muddy water and cause mischief.
Meanwhile, the busybody looked after the curate with an evil smile; and, gratified at having aroused such irritation as the abrupt parting signified, turned back to The Derby Winner. He had seen Bell, he had spoken to Gabriel, he had even secured an unsatisfactory conversation with the unknown man. Now he wished to question Mrs Mosk and acquaint himself with her nature and attitude. Also he desired to question her concerning the military stranger; and with this resolve presented himself again before Miss Mosk, smiling and undaunted.
‘What is it?’ asked the young lady, who had been nursing her grievances.
‘A mere trifle, Miss Mosk; I wish to see your mother.’
‘Why?’ was Bell’s blunt demand.
‘My reasons are for Mrs Mosk’s ears alone.’
‘Oh, are they? Well, I’m afraid you can’t see my mother. In the first place, she’s too ill to receive anyone; and in the second, my father does not like clergymen.’
‘Dear! dear! not even Mr Pendle?’
‘Mr Pendle is an exception,’ retorted Bell, blushing, and again fell to wiping the counter in a fury, so as to keep her hands from Mr Cargrim’s ears.
‘I wish to see Mrs Mosk particularly,’ reiterated Cargrim, who was bent upon carrying his point. ‘If not, your father will do.’
‘My father is absent in Southberry. Why do you want to see my mother?’
‘I’ll tell her that myself—with your permission,’ said Cargrim, suavely.
‘You sha’n’t, then,’ cried Bell, and flung down her duster with sparkling eyes.
‘In that case I must go away,’ replied Cargrim, seeing he was beaten, ‘and I thank you, Miss Mosk, for your politeness.