And as the clergyman gazed, the belief which had so strongly clung to him that the Earl of Etherington and young Valentine Bulmer were the same individual person, melted away like frostwork before the morning sun, and that so completely, that he marvelled at himself for having ever entertained it.

Some strong resemblance of features there must have been to have led him into such a delusion; but the person, the tone, the manner of expression, were absolutely different; and his attention being now especially directed towards these particulars, Mr.Cargill was inclined to think the two personages almost totally dissimilar.
The clergyman had now only to make his apology, and fall back from the head of the table to some lower seat, which his modesty would have preferred, when he was suddenly seized upon by the Lady Penelope Penfeather, who, detaining him in the most elegant and persuasive manner possible, insisted that they should be introduced to each other by Mr.
Mowbray, and that Mr.Cargill should sit beside her at table .-- She had heard so much of his learning--so much of his excellent character--desired so much to make his acquaintance, that she could not think of losing an opportunity, which Mr.Cargill's learned seclusion rendered so very rare--in a word, catching the Black Lion was the order of the day; and her ladyship having trapped her prey, soon sat triumphant with him by her side.
A second separation was thus effected betwixt Touchwood and his friend; for the former, not being included in the invitation, or, indeed, at all noticed by Lady Penelope, was obliged to find room at a lower part of the table, where he excited much surprise by the dexterity with which he dispatched boiled rice with chop-sticks.
Mr.Cargill being thus exposed, without a consort, to the fire of Lady Penelope, speedily found it so brisk and incessant, as to drive his complaisance, little tried as it had been for many years by small talk, almost to extremity.

She began by begging him to draw his chair close, for an instinctive terror of fine ladies had made him keep his distance.
At the same time, she hoped "he was not afraid of her as an Episcopalian; her father had belonged to that communion; for," she added, with what was intended for an arch smile, "we were somewhat naughty in the forty-five, as you may have heard; but all that was over, and she was sure Mr.Cargill was too liberal to entertain any dislike or shyness on that score .-- She could assure him she was far from disliking the Presbyterian form--indeed she had often wished to hear it, where she was sure to be both delighted and edified" (here a gracious smile) "in the church of St.Ronan's--and hoped to do so whenever Mr.Mowbray had got a stove, which he had ordered from Edinburgh, on purpose to air his pew for her accommodation." All this, which was spoken with wreathed smiles and nods, and so much civility as to remind the clergyman of a cup of tea over-sweetened to conceal its want of strength, and flavour, required and received no farther answer than an accommodating look and acquiescent bow.
"Ah, Mr.Cargill," continued the inexhaustible Lady Penelope, "your profession has so many demands on the heart as well as the understanding--is so much connected with the kindnesses and charities of our nature--with our best and purest feelings, Mr.Cargill! You know what Goldsmith says:-- -- --'to his duty prompt at every call, He watch'd, and wept, and felt, and pray'd for all.' And then Dryden has such a picture of a parish priest, so inimitable, one would think, did we not hear now and then of some living mortal presuming to emulate its features," (here another insinuating nod and expressive smile.) "'Refined himself to soul to curb the sense, And almost made a sin of abstinence.
Yet had his aspect nothing of severe, But such a face as promised him sincere; Nothing reserved or sullen was to see, But sweet regard and pleasing sanctity.'" While her ladyship declaimed, the clergyman's wandering eye confessed his absent mind; his thoughts travelling, perhaps, to accomplish a truce betwixt Saladin and Conrade of Mountserrat, unless they chanced to be occupied with some occurrences of that very day, so that the lady was obliged to recall her indocile auditor with the leading question, "You are well acquainted with Dryden, of course, Mr.Cargill ?" "I have not the honour, madam," said Mr.Cargill, starting from his reverie, and but half understanding the question he replied to.
"Sir!" said the lady in surprise.
"Madam!--my lady!" answered Mr.Cargill, in embarrassment.
"I asked you if you admired Dryden;--but you learned men are so absent--perhaps you thought I said Leyden." "A lamp too early quenched, madam," said Mr Cargill; "I knew him well." "And so did I," eagerly replied the lady of the cerulean buskin; "he spoke ten languages--how mortifying to poor me, Mr.Cargill, who could only boast of five!--but I have studied a little since that time--I must have you to help me in my studies, Mr.Cargill--it will be charitable--but perhaps you are afraid of a female pupil ?" A thrill, arising from former recollections, passed through poor Cargill's mind, with as much acuteness as the pass of a rapier might have done through his body; and we cannot help remarking, that a forward prater in society, like a busy bustler in a crowd, besides all other general points of annoyance, is eternally rubbing upon some tender point, and galling men's feelings, without knowing or regarding it.
"You must assist me, besides, in my little charities, Mr.Cargill, now that you and I are become so well acquainted .-- There is that Anne Heggie--I sent her a trifle yesterday, but I am told--I should not mention it, but only one would not have the little they have to bestow lavished on an improper object--I am told she is not quite proper--an unwedded mother, in short, Mr.Cargill--and it would be especially unbecoming in me to encourage profligacy." "I believe, madam," said the clergyman, gravely, "the poor woman's distress may justify your ladyship's bounty, even if her conduct has been faulty." "O, I am no prude, neither, I assure you, Mr.Cargill," answered the Lady Penelope.

"I never withdraw my countenance from any one but on the most irrefragable grounds.

I could tell you of an intimate friend of my own, whom I have supported against the whole clamour of the people at the Well, because I believe, from the bottom of my soul, she is only thoughtless--nothing in the world but thoughtless--O Mr.Cargill, how can you look across the table so intelligently ?--who would have thought it of you ?--Oh fie, to make such personal applications!" "Upon my word, madam, I am quite at a loss to comprehend"---- "Oh fie, fie, Mr.Cargill," throwing in as much censure and surprise as a confidential whisper can convey--"you looked at my Lady Binks--I know what you think, but you are quite wrong, I assure you; you are entirely wrong .-- I wish she would not flirt quite so much with that young Lord Etherington though, Mr.Cargill--her situation is particular .-- Indeed, I believe she wears out his patience; for see he is leaving the room before we sit down--how singular!--And then, do you not think it very odd, too, that Miss Mowbray has not come down to us ?" "Miss Mowbray!--what of Miss Mowbray--is she not here ?" said Mr.
Cargill, starting, and with an expression of interest which he had not yet bestowed on any of her ladyship's liberal communications.
"Ay, poor Miss Mowbray," said Lady Penelope, lowering her voice, and shaking her head; "she has not appeared--her brother went up stairs a few minutes since, I believe, to bring her down, and so we are all left here to look at each other .-- How very awkward!--But you know Clara Mowbray." "I, madam ?" said Mr.Cargill, who was now sufficiently attentive; "I really--I know Miss Mowbray--that is, I knew her some years since--but your ladyship knows she has been long in bad health--uncertain health at least, and I have seen nothing of the young lady for a very long time." "I know it, my dear Mr.Cargill--I know it," continued the Lady Penelope, in the same tone of deep sympathy, "I know it; and most unhappy surely have been the circumstances that have separated her from your advice and friendly counsel .-- All this I am aware of--and to say truth, it has been chiefly on poor Clara's account that I have been giving you the trouble of fixing an acquaintance upon you .-- You and I together, Mr.Cargill, might do wonders to cure her unhappy state of mind--I am sure we might--that is, if you could bring your mind to repose absolute confidence in me." "Has Miss Mowbray desired your ladyship to converse with me upon any subject which interests her ?" said the clergyman, with more cautious shrewdness than Lady Penelope had suspected him of possessing.