But here also the arrival of Elizabeth had stirred the waters.  For the Rector was actually on his way to try and get a new subscription out of the Squire; and it was Elizabeth’s doing.

‘You remember that child of old Leonard the blacksmith?’ said the Rector eagerly; ’a shocking case of bow-legs, one of the worst I ever saw.  But Miss Bremerton’s taken endless trouble.  And now we’ve got an admission for him to the Orthopaedic hospital.  But there’s a few pounds to be raised for his maintenance—­it will be a question of months.  I was just coming over to see if you would give me a little,’ he wound up, in a tone of apology.

The Squire, with a brow all clouds, observed that when children were bow-legged it was entirely the fault of their mothers.

‘Ah, yes,’ said the Rector, with a sigh.  ’Mrs. Leonard is a slatternly woman—­no doubt of that.  But when you’ve said that you haven’t cured the child.’

The Squire ungraciously said he would consider it; and the Rector, knowing well that he would get no more at a first assault, let the child alone, and concentrated on the topic of Elizabeth.

‘An extraordinarily capable creature,’ he said warmly, ’and a good heart besides.  You were indeed lucky to find her, and you are very wise to give her her head.  The village folk can’t say enough about her.’

The Squire felt his mouth twitching.  With some horses, is there any choice—­but Hobson’s—­as to ‘giving’ them their head?

‘Yes, she’s clever,’ he said grudgingly.

‘And it was only to-day,’ pursued the Rector, ’that I heard her story from a lady, a friend of my wife’s, who’s been spending Sunday with us.  She seems to have met Miss Bremerton and her family at Richmond a year or so ago, where everybody who knew them had a great respect for them.  The mother was a nice, gentle body, but this elder daughter had most of the wits—­though there’s a boy in a Worcester regiment they’re all very fond and proud of—­and she always looked after the others, since the father—­who was a Civil servant—­died, six years ago.  Then two years since, she engaged herself to a young Yeomanry officer—­’

‘Eh—­what?—­what do you say?—­a Yeomanry officer?’ said the Squire, looking round.

’Precisely—­a Yeomanry officer.  They were engaged and apparently very happy.  He was a handsome, upstanding fellow, very popular with women.  Then he went out to Egypt with his regiment, and it was intended they should marry when he got his first leave.  But presently his letters began to change.  Then they only came at long intervals.  And at last they stopped.  He had complained once of an attack of sunstroke, and she was wretched, thinking he was ill.  At last a letter reached her from a brother officer, who seems to have behaved very kindly—­with the explanation.  Her fiance had got into the clutches—­no one exactly knew how—­of a Greek family living in Alexandria, and had compromised himself so badly