I stated so to the intendant, and he
said that if you accepted an offer he had made you, and came over
here, we should not want venison; so it is clear that he does not
expect you to have your pen always in your hand."
"I am glad to hear that," replied Edward; "depend upon it, his own
table, at all events, shall be well supplied. Is not that fellow
Corbould, who is leaning against the wall?"
"Yes; he is to be discharged as he can not walk well, and the surgeon
says he will always limp. He owes you a grudge, and I am glad that he
is going away, for he is a dangerous man. But the sun is setting, Mr.
Edward, and supper will soon be on the table; you had better go back
to the house."
Edward bade Oswald farewell, and returned to the intendant's, and
found that Oswald was correct, as supper was being placed on the
table.
Soon after supper, Phoebe and the men-servants were summoned, and
prayers offered up by the intendant, after which Patience and Clara
retired. Edward remained in conversation with the intendant for about
an hour, and then was conducted by him to his room, which had already
been shown to him by Patience.
Edward did not sleep much that night. The novelty of his situation--
the novelty of his prospects, and his speculations thereon, kept him
awake till near morning: he was, however, up in good time, and having
assisted at the morning prayers, and afterward eaten a most
substantial breakfast, he took his leave of the intendant and the two
girls, and set off on his return to the cottage, having renewed his
promise of coming on the following Monday to take up his abode with
them.
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