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Chapter 28
The conversation which arose between the Bishop and Lady Constantine was of
that lively and reproductive kind which cannot be ended during any reasonable
halt of two people going in opposite directions. He turned, and walked with her
along the laurel- screened lane that bordered the churchyard, till their voices died
away in the distance. Swithin then aroused himself from his thoughtful regard of
them, and went out of the churchyard by another gate.
Seeing himself now to be left alone on the scene, Louis Glanville descended
from his post of observation in the arbour. He came through the private doorway,
and on to that spot among the graves where the Bishop and St. Cleeve had
conversed. On the tombstone still lay the coral bracelet which Dr. Helmsdale had
flung down there in his indignation; for the agitated, introspective mood into
which Swithin had been thrown had banished from his mind all thought of
securing the trinket and putting it in his pocket.
Louis picked up the little red scandal-breeding thing, and while walking on with it
in his hand he observed Tabitha Lark approaching the church, in company with
the young blower whom she had gone in search of to inspire her organ-practising
within. Louis immediately put together, with that rare diplomatic keenness of
which he was proud, the little scene he had witnessed between Tabitha and
Swithin during the confirmation, and the Bishop's stern statement as to where he
had found the bracelet. He had no longer any doubt that it belonged to her.
'Poor girl!' he said to himself, and sang in an undertone--
'Tra deri, dera, L'histoire n'est pas nouvelle!'
When she drew nearer Louis called her by name. She sent the boy into the
church, and came forward, blushing at having been called by so fine a
gentleman. Louis held out the bracelet.
'Here is something I have found, or somebody else has found,' he said to her. 'I
won't state where. Put it away, and say no more about it. I will not mention it
either. Now go on into the church where you are going, and may Heaven have
mercy on your soul, my dear.'
'Thank you, sir,' said Tabitha, with some perplexity, yet inclined to be pleased,
and only recognizing in the situation the fact that Lady Constantine's humorous
brother was making her a present.
'You are much obliged to me?'
'O yes!'
'Well, Miss Lark, I've discovered a secret, you see.'
'What may that be, Mr. Glanville?'
'That you are in love.'
'I don't admit it, sir. Who told you so?'
'Nobody. Only I put two and two together. Now take my advice. Beware of lovers!
They are a bad lot, and bring young women to tears.'
'Some do, I dare say. But some don't.'