She wanted much more to talk of the parsonage and glebe of Rundell Canonicorum, and of how many servants and cows she should keep, and showed herself almost annoyed when Aurelia brought her back to Carminster by asking whether Eugene had finished his Comenius, and if the speckled hen had hatched many chickens, whether Palmer had had his rheumatic attack this spring, or if the Major’s letter to Vienna had produced any tidings of Nannerl’s relation.  Harriet seemed only to be able to reply by an effort of memory, and was far more desirous of expatiating on the luxuries at alderman Arden’s, and the deference with which she had been treated, in contrast to the indignity of Lady Belamour’s neglect.

It was disappointing to find that her father had heard nothing from my Lady about the settlement of the Manor House.

“Was the promise in writing?” asked Mr. Arden, who had been silent all this time.

“Certainly, in a letter to me.”

“I recommend you to keep it carefully until Mr. Wayland’s return,” said Mr. Arden:  “he will see justice done to you.”

“Poor Mr. Wayland!  When he does return, I pity him; but it is his own fault for leaving his lady to herself.  Have you ever seen the gallant colonel, sister?”

“Never.”

“Ah! most like he is not much at Bowstead.  But do not folk talk there?”

“My dear,” said Mr. Arden, “you would do well to imitate your honoured father’s discretion on certain points.”

“Bless me, Mr. Arden, how you startled me.  I thought you were in a brown study.”  She winked at Aurelia as if to intimate that she meant to continue the subject in his absence, and went on; “I assure you, I had to be on the alert all the way to take care he looked at the sign-posts, or we might have been at York by this time.  And in London, what do you think was all my gentleman cared to go and see?  Why, he must needs go to some correspondents of his who are Fellows of the Royal Society.  I took it for granted they must be friends of his Majesty or of the Prince of Wales at the least, and would have had him wait for his new gown and cassock; but la! it was only a set of old doctors and philosophers, and he wished to know what musty discoveries they had been making.  That was one thing he desired in London, and the other was to hear that crazy Parson Wesley preach a sermon hours long!”

“I was well rewarded in both instances,” said Mr. Arden gravely.

Aurelia did not take advantage of the opportunity of shining in the eyes of her new brother-in-law by showing her acquaintance with the discussions on electricity which she had studied for Mr. Belamour’s benefit, nor did she speak of Dr. Godfrey’s views of Wesley and Whitfield.  Had she so ventured, her sister would have pitied her, and Mr. Arden himself been somewhat shocked at her being admitted to knowledge unbecoming to a pretty young lady.  Intellect in ladies would have been a startling idea, and though very fond of his wife, he never thought of her as a companion, but only as the mistress of his house and guardian of his welfare.