"By the Lord, one of these days I'll break you of the habit for good and all! Hugon, and scarlet flowers, and who will marry Audrey, that is yet but a child and useful about the house,--what has all this to do with the matter in hand, which is simply to make ourselves and our house presentable in the eyes of my chief parishioner?
A man would think that thirteen years in Virginia would teach any fool the necessity of standing well with a powerful gentleman such as this.

I'm no coward.

Damn sanctimonious parsons and my Lord Bishop's Scotch hireling! If they yelp much longer at my heels, I'll scandalize them in good earnest! It's thin ice, though,--it's thin ice; but I like this house and glebe, and I'm going to live and die in them,--and die drunk, if I choose, Mr.Commissary to the contrary! It's of import, Deborah, that my parishioners, being easy folk, willing to live and let live, should like me still, and that a majority of my vestry should not be able to get on without me.

With this in mind, get out the wine, dust the best chair, and be ready with thy curtsy.

It will be time enough to cry Audrey's banns when she is asked in marriage." Audrey, in her brown dress, with the color yet in her cheeks, entering at the moment, Mistress Deborah attempted no response to her husband's adjuration.