‘Why, certainly, certainly,’ he rejoined; apparently—­if such a word can be used of one who had no apparent lights or shadows about him—­complimented by the question.  ’As a particularly Angular man, I do not fit smoothly into the social circle, and consequently I have no other engagement at Christmas-time than to partake, on the twenty-fifth, of a boiled turkey and celery sauce with a—­with a particularly Angular clerk I have the good fortune to possess, whose father, being a Norfolk farmer, sends him up (the turkey up), as a present to me, from the neighbourhood of Norwich.  I should be quite proud of your wishing to see me, my dear.  As a professional Receiver of rents, so very few people do wish to see me, that the novelty would be bracing.’

For his ready acquiescence, the grateful Rosa put her hands upon his shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and instantly kissed him.

‘Lord bless me!’ cried Mr. Grewgious.  ’Thank you, my dear!  The honour is almost equal to the pleasure.  Miss Twinkleton, madam, I have had a most satisfactory conversation with my ward, and I will now release you from the incumbrance of my presence.’

‘Nay, sir,’ rejoined Miss Twinkleton, rising with a gracious condescension:  ’say not incumbrance.  Not so, by any means.  I cannot permit you to say so.’

‘Thank you, madam.  I have read in the newspapers,’ said Mr. Grewgious, stammering a little, ’that when a distinguished visitor (not that I am one:  far from it) goes to a school (not that this is one:  far from it), he asks for a holiday, or some sort of grace.  It being now the afternoon in the—­College—­of which you are the eminent head, the young ladies might gain nothing, except in name, by having the rest of the day allowed them.  But if there is any young lady at all under a cloud, might I solicit—­’

‘Ah, Mr. Grewgious, Mr. Grewgious!’ cried Miss Twinkleton, with a chastely-rallying forefinger.  ’O you gentlemen, you gentlemen!  Fie for shame, that you are so hard upon us poor maligned disciplinarians of our sex, for your sakes!  But as Miss Ferdinand is at present weighed down by an incubus’—­Miss Twinkleton might have said a pen-and-ink-ubus of writing out Monsieur La Fontaine—­ ’go to her, Rosa my dear, and tell her the penalty is remitted, in deference to the intercession of your guardian, Mr. Grewgious.’

Miss Twinkleton here achieved a curtsey, suggestive of marvels happening to her respected legs, and which she came out of nobly, three yards behind her starting-point.

As he held it incumbent upon him to call on Mr. Jasper before leaving Cloisterham, Mr. Grewgious went to the gatehouse, and climbed its postern stair.  But Mr. Jasper’s door being closed, and presenting on a slip of paper the word ‘Cathedral,’ the fact of its being service-time was borne into the mind of Mr. Grewgious.  So he descended the stair again, and, crossing the Close, paused at the great western folding-door of the Cathedral, which stood open on the fine and bright, though short-lived, afternoon, for the airing of the place.