When the Squire had had enough, he always laid his thin hand across the book, and said in the words of Coriolanus, ’I am weary; yea, my memory is tired.’ Then Cicely, John Herring, and Joyce knelt together by the old man’s bed, and he folded his hands and said the one familiar prayer; and then Cicely and the rest bade him good night and left him.
Sometimes the old man would become uneasy, and ask John whether he would protect Cicely. ’You will always stand by her, will you not, John?’
Herring was obliged to give him the assurance he required.
Then the old man murmured, ’And she is fair, and, fairer than that word, of wondrous virtues.’
The Vicar of Tawton, the Reverend Harmless-Simpleton, was frequent in his calls. He was an amiable and well-intentioned man. The Simpletons are a large family, that have never thriven at the bar, in medicine, in the army and the navy, but the Harmless-Simpletons (the two surnames united by a hyphen) have for several generations made the Church their happy hunting ground. They have gone up in the Church like corks in water. The fattest livings, prebendal stalls, and even bishoprics have been showered upon them. As Napoleon won all his battles by one rule, so the Harmless-Simpletons acquired promotion by one simple principle. In the field of doctrine they never taught a truth without first treating it as a taxidermist treats a frog, killing, disembowelling, then blowing out the fleshless, boneless skin with wind, and varnishing the empty nothing. In the field of morals they never attacked a real enemy, but discharged their parks of ordnance, brought down charges of heavy dragoons, and displayed the most skilful strategy against imaginary foes.
When the Reverend Harmless-Simpleton called, he divided his visit into two parts, one of which was devoted to Mr. Battishill and the other to Miss Cicely, in the ratio of three to seven. Mr. Battishill was pleased to see and hear him, and Miss Cicely became deeply impressed with the reverend gentleman’s amiability and good intentions.
So, little by little, the old Squire faded away.
There was another old man, who, much about the same time, made his exit from the stage, but in an altogether different manner.