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– I'll leave tomorrow, but I'll leave Mr. Pilough in charge of the church rebuilding. You can stay here as long as you like," the Count a
– Why should I stay? – The viscount was sincerely surprised at his friend's words.
– But you are interested in the fate of the youngest Glowford, aren't you?
– I am afraid I ca
– Then we leave tomorrow," said the Count of Draymore.
The Count was pleasantly relieved when he realised that he would no longer see the beautiful Christine and, far from temptation, would forget about her.
Viscount Wilworth was also glad to return to London, but for other reasons. Now he was calm for the honour of Christine Glowford, who had had the misfortune to interest his friend. Therefore, the fact that the Count would be away from Walsingham would be signalled by a pleasant necessity for the rescue of this peasant girl. Besides, in London the viscount pla
The Count of Draymore, for his part, obliged Mr. Pilough, the architect, to send him reports of the work done on the church.
The next morning, u
Chapter 7
After vespers the pastor unveiled the forthcoming reconstruction of the church and called for volunteers, and the grateful parishioners responded eagerly, willing to help in any way they could, even women. Three lads and seven fairly young men volunteered for the work itself, including Christine's admirer, John Tiley, who secretly hoped that Pastor Glowford would protectorate him over Christine.
Christine waited for the right moment to tell her father of her intentions to go to London but decided that she would first save up the money for the journey, and then, using this as an argument, she would make her plans known to her father. To this purpose she had been wandering about Walsingham since morning to find some work, but she was greatly disappointed: the poor people of Walsingham had no money, and as payment for the girl's labour they offered food, coarse cloth, or old shoes. They had not a cent of money. In the evening Christine walked home frustrated, tired, and depressed at the thought that she would have to live her whole life in a remote village she hated. She cried all night and fell asleep only in the morning, and a couple of hours later she was awakened by Catherine for breakfast and matins. Christine reluctantly got up, washed her face, dressed, brushed her hair and sat down on the mattress beside Cassie.
– How are you, Cassie? – Christine asked her younger sister, hiding her beautiful dark hair under an old white bo
– Good," Cassie said with a tired smile, glad that Christine had spoken to her, for the sick girl instinctively felt that her sister disliked her. – Had the birds arrived yet? – Cassie asked her.
She was tired of lying in bed, and Chris, for her part, was tired of carrying the night potty for her little sister, though Catherine rarely asked her to do so.
– Yes, they're here," Christine replied patiently.
Despite yesterday's unsuccessful search for a job, she was in a good, even mood.
– What kind?
– There are lots of them, big and small. And they all sing and chirp in different ways.
– How do they chirp?
– Well, each one in its own way.
– Chick-chick-chick-chick-chick?
– That, too. But soon you will hear them," said Christine, rising to her feet.
– Will you tell me a story? – Cassie asked her.
– No, Catherine doesn't like stories, you know that.
– And we won't tell her.
Christine smiled.
– "Come with me, Chris! – Catherine called as she entered the house, and then turned to her sick sister: – "And you lie down and don't get up.
– Okay," Cassie told her a little sadly.
The sisters headed for the church.
To the great surprise of the parishioners, Dr Morris attended the matins (the whole village knew that he was treating Cassie), but many wondered what he was doing here. Did he want to join their hymns and prayers? After all, there are only godless people in the cities!
But Mr. Morris was not embarrassed by the attention; he handed Pastor Glowford a letter from the Count, and sat down in one of the last pews.
– Dear brothers and sisters in Christ, our landlord has given me a letter, and I am now going to read it to you, so listen carefully and keep quiet," the pastor a
Only the pastor and his two eldest daughters could read fluently and expressively in the whole village, but the rest of the Walsingham, though they attended the pastor's courses regularly, could read only syllables.
– "Reverend Glowford, I thank you and your congregation and the warm welcome you have given me, but business in London does not permit me to linger here. I left Rivershold this morning for London…
"He's gone!" – Christine thought with a
– … but my attorneys will carry on all the work I have begun in Walsingham. Please do not be anxious about the restoration of your church, as an architect, Mr. Pilough, will be arriving in your village today to inspect the building and draw up a plan for its restoration. The building materials will be brought to you after Mr. Pilough has estimated the cost of the project and sent me a report. All expenses will be taken care of by me. Mr. Glowford, I leave you my postal address in London, and if you, or your parishioners, have any difficulties, do not hesitate to contact me without fear of disturbing or embarrassing me. God bless you."
– What an honourable man our new landlord is!" whispered Catherine in her sister's ear. – He won't even charge us!
"What should he charge us? There isn't a cent in Walsingham!" – She thought mockingly, having learnt by experience.
– It's a pity he's gone," Christine said aloud to her sister.
– God sent him to us," she whispered again, believing in her own words.
– Maybe," Chris said briefly.
The people of Walsingham were overjoyed; they, like Kate, saw God's goodness in all that had happened, and fervently raised hymns in praise of God's goodness, and then prayed for the health of the noble, merciful and virtuous landlord.
The Glowford sisters returned home, and the parson remained in the church, to give grammar lessons. When the girls entered the house, they were horrified to find Cassie gone: her bed was empty.
– Oh, God, where is she? – Kate was worried. – She hasn't recovered yet! And her dresses are all here… And her shoes! She left in her nightdress and bare feet!
The sisters rushed out to look for Cassie and asked every person they could find about her, but none of them had seen Cassie and they all wondered why she had left home.
– I should never have left her! There's a reason she's been so cheerful since this morning! She decided to go for a walk! – Catherine exclaimed, chastising herself. – God forbid she should catch another cold!
Kate and Christine ran round the village, but they couldn't find their little sister. Terrified that Cassie was in trouble, Catherine prayed loudly and fervently.
– Wait… She asked me about the birds coming! – Christine suddenly remembered. – She could have gone to the abandoned mill! There are always lots of birds there!
The sisters ran to the old mill. Cassie was really there: she sat on a pile of dirty hay and listened to the birds singing with a happy face. She was very cold: her bare feet were stiff and muddy. Catherine hastily wrapped Cassie in her woollen shawl, put her clogs on sister feet, and remained barefoot. When Kate scolded her affectionately, Cassie was embarrassed, but said that the birds had called her to see their nests and she could not refuse them.