<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2><span><span class="smcap">Mrs Jehoram's Breadth of View.</span></span> <span>XXXI.</span></h2>
<p>"I heard some one playing the fiddle in the Vicarage, as I came by,"
said Mrs Jehoram, taking her cup of tea from Mrs Mendham.</p>
<p>"The Vicar plays," said Mrs Mendham. "I have spoken to George about it,
but it's no good. I do not think a Vicar should be allowed to do such
things. It's so foreign. But there, <i>he</i> ...."</p>
<p>"I know, dear," said Mrs Jehoram. "But I heard the Vicar once at the
schoolroom. I don't think this <i>was</i> the Vicar. It was quite clever,
some of it, quite smart, you know. And new. I was telling dear Lady
Hammergallow this morning. I fancy—"</p>
<p>"The lunatic! Very likely. These half-witted people.... My dear, I don't
think I shall ever forget that dreadful encounter. Yesterday."</p>
<p>"Nor I."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"My poor girls! They are too shocked to say a word about it. I was
telling dear Lady Ham——"</p>
<p>"Quite proper of them. It was <i>dreadful</i>, dear. For them."</p>
<p>"And now, dear, I want you to tell me frankly—Do you really believe
that creature was a man?"</p>
<p>"You should have heard the violin."</p>
<p>"I still more than half suspect, Jessie ——" Mrs Mendham leant forward
as if to whisper.</p>
<p>Mrs Jehoram helped herself to cake. "I'm sure no woman could play the
violin quite like I heard it played this morning."</p>
<p>"Of course, if you say so that settles the matter," said Mrs Mendham.
Mrs Jehoram was the autocratic authority in Siddermorton upon all
questions of art, music and belles-lettres. Her late husband had been a
minor poet. Then Mrs Mendham added a judicial "Still—"</p>
<p>"Do you know," said Mrs Jehoram, "I'm half inclined to believe the dear
Vicar's story."</p>
<p>"How <i>good</i> of you, Jessie," said Mrs Mendham.</p>
<p>"But really, I don't think he <i>could</i> have had any one in the Vicarage
before that afternoon. I<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</SPAN></span> feel sure we should have heard of it. I don't
see how a strange cat could come within four miles of Siddermorton
without the report coming round to us. The people here gossip so...."</p>
<p>"I always distrust the Vicar," said Mrs Mendham. "I know him."</p>
<p>"Yes. But the story is plausible. If this Mr Angel were someone very
clever and eccentric—"</p>
<p>"He would have to be <i>very</i> eccentric to dress as he did. There are
degrees and limits, dear."</p>
<p>"But kilts," said Mrs Jehoram.</p>
<p>"Are all very well in the Highlands...."</p>
<p>Mrs Jehoram's eyes had rested upon a black speck creeping slowly across
a patch of yellowish-green up the hill.</p>
<p>"There he goes," said Mrs Jehoram, rising, "across the cornfield. I'm
sure that's him. I can see the hump. Unless it's a man with a sack.
Bless me, Minnie! here's an opera glass. How convenient for peeping at
the Vicarage!... Yes, it's the man. He is a man. With <i>such</i> a sweet face."</p>
<p>Very unselfishly she allowed her hostess to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</SPAN></span> share the opera glass. For
a minute there was a rustling silence.</p>
<p>"His dress," said Mrs Mendham, "is <i>quite</i> respectable now."</p>
<p>"Quite," said Mrs Jehoram.</p>
<p>Pause.</p>
<p>"He looks cross!"</p>
<p>"And his coat is dusty."</p>
<p>"He walks steadily enough," said Mrs Mendham, "or one might think....
This hot weather...."</p>
<p>Another pause.</p>
<p>"You see, dear," said Mrs Jehoram, putting down the lorgnette. "What I
was going to say was, that possibly he might be a genius in disguise."</p>
<p>"If you can call next door to nothing a disguise."</p>
<p>"No doubt it was eccentric. But I've seen children in little blouses,
not at all unlike him. So many clever people <i>are</i> peculiar in their
dress and manners. A genius may steal a horse where a bank-clerk may not
look over the hedge. Very possibly he's quite well known and laughing<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</SPAN></span>
at our Arcadian simplicity. And really it wasn't so improper as some of
these New Women bicycling costumes. I saw one in one of the Illustrated
Papers only a few days ago—the <i>New Budget</i> I think—quite tights, you
know, dear. No—I cling to the genius theory. Especially after the
playing. I'm sure the creature is original. Perhaps very amusing. In
fact, I intend to ask the Vicar to introduce me."</p>
<p>"My dear!" cried Mrs Mendham.</p>
<p>"I'm resolute," said Mrs Jehoram.</p>
<p>"I'm afraid you're rash," said Mrs Mendham. "Geniuses and people of that
kind are all very well in London. But here—at the Vicarage."</p>
<p>"We are going to educate the folks. I love originality. At any rate I
mean to see him."</p>
<p>"Take care you don't see too much of him," said Mrs Mendham. "I've heard
the fashion is quite changing. I understand that some of the very best
people have decided that genius is not to be encouraged any more. These
recent scandals...."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Only in literature, I can assure you, dear. In music...."</p>
<p>"Nothing you can say, my dear," said Mrs Mendham, going off at a
tangent, "will convince me that that person's costume was not extremely
suggestive and improper."</p>
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