s very ill.'
'Then why don't ye stay t'ome and look arter her?'
'She sent me out to ask Mr Pendle to see her, and I want none of your
insolence, Jacob Jarper.'
'Don't 'ee be bold, Miss Mosk. I hev bin verger here these sixty year, I
hev, an' I don't want to be told my duty by sich as you.'
'Such as me indeed!' cried Bell, with a flash of the paternal temper.
'If I wasn't a lady I'd give you a piece of my mind.'
'He! he!' chuckled Jarper, ''pears as yer all ladies by your own way of
showin'. Not that y'ain't 'andsome--far be it from me to say as you
ain't--but Muster Pendle--well, that's a different matter.'
At this moment Gabriel put an end to what threatened to develop into a
quarrel by appearing at the vestry door. On learning that Mrs Mosk
wished to see him, he readily consented to accompany Bell, but as he had
some business to attend to at the church before he went, he asked Bell
to wait for a few minutes.
'I'll be some little time, Jarper,' said he kindly to the sour old
verger, 'so if you give me the keys I'll lock up and you can go home to
your supper.'
'I _am_ hungry, Muster Pendle,' confessed Jarper, 'an' it ain't at my
time of life as old folk shud starve. I've locked up the hull church
'ceptin' the vestry door, an' 'eres th' key of't. Be careful with the
light an' put it out, Muster Pendle, for if you burns down the church,
what good is fine sermons, I'd like to know?'
'It will be all right, Jarper. I'll give you the key to-morrow.
Good-night!'
'Good-night, Jarper!' chimed in Bell, in her most stately manner.
'Thankee, Muster Pendle, good-night, but I don't want no beer fro' you
this evening, Miss Bell Mosk,' growled the old man, and chuckling over
this exhibition of wit he hobbled away to his supper.
'These common people are most insolent,' said Bell, with an affectation
of fine ladyism. 'Let us go into the vestry, Gabriel, I wish to speak to
you. Oh, you needn't look so scared; there's nobody about, now that old
Dot-and-carry-one has gone'--this last in allusion to Jarper's lameness.
'Bell, please, don't use such language,' remonstrated Gabriel, as he
conducted her into the vestry; 'someone might hear.'
'I don't care if someone does,' retorted Miss Mosk, taking a chair near
the flaring, spluttering gas jet, 'but I tell you there is no one about.
I wouldn't be here alone with you if there were. I'm as careful of my
own reputation as I am of yours, I can tell you.'
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