[Audrey by Mary Johnston]@TWC D-Link bookAudrey CHAPTER XI 13/38
Are there Indians without ?" At least, to Audrey, there were none within.
She had been angered, sick at heart and sore afraid, but she was no longer so.
In this world that she had entered it was good to be alive; she knew that she was safe, and of a sudden she felt that the sunshine was very golden, the music very sweet. To Haward, looking at her with a smile, she gave a folded paper which she drew from the bosom of her gown.
"The minister sent me with it," she explained, and curtsied shyly. Haward took the paper, opened it, and fell to poring over the crabbed characters with which it was adorned.
"Ay? Gratulateth himself that this fortunate parish hath at last for vestryman Mr.Marmaduke Haward; knoweth that, seeing I am what I am, my influence will be paramount with said vestry; commendeth himself to my favor; beggeth that I listen not to charges made by a factious member anent a vastly magnified occurrence at the French ordinary; prayeth that he may shortly present himself at Fair View, and explain away certain calumnies with which his enemies have poisoned the ears of the Commissary; hopeth that I am in good health; and is my very obedient servant to command.
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