Authors: Barbara Pym
Some Tame Gazelle (23 page)
The champagne was having a different effect on Belinda, who was now gazing very sentimentally at the Archdeacon, thinking how nice he looked and what a clever speech he was making, not at all obvious or vulgar as wedding speeches so often were. She had really no idea what he was talking about, but there were a great many quotations in it, including one from Spenser which really seemed to be quite appropriate, something about love being a celestial harmony of likely hearts
Which join together in sweet sympathy
,
To work each others’ joy and true content
…
He was not saying anything about Burdens or sudden calls to the Mission Field.
The curate replied very nicely after the health had been drunk and was followed by the Professor of Middle English, who made an unintelligible but obviously clever little speech about
The Owl and the Nightingale
, embellished with quotations from that poem. Agatha and Olivia were smiling knowledgeably at each other, and Belinda turned away to meet Harriet, who was moving towards her through the crowd. Her face radiated joy and happiness. How nice it is that Harriet is entering so whole-heartedly into their feelings, thought Belinda, for she had been so afraid that her sister might be made unhappy by the curate’s marriage and departure.
‘The third from the left,’ whispered Harriet eagerly.
Belinda looked about her, rather puzzled. Then she saw what her sister meant, for in a corner she saw five curates, all young and all pale and thin, with the exception of one, who was tall and muscular and a former Rugby Blue, as she afterwards learned.
The third from the left. How convenient of the curates to arrange themselves so that Belinda could so easily pick out Harriet’s choice. He was dark and rather Italian-looking, paler and more hollow-cheeked than the others. Now Belinda understood her sister’s joy and suddenly she realized that she too was happier than she had been for a long time.
For now everything would be as it had been before those two disturbing characters Mr Mold and Bishop Grote appeared in the village. In the future Belinda would continue to find such consolation as she needed in our greater English poets, when she was not gardening or making vests for the poor in Pimlico.
Harriet would accept the attentions of Count Bianco and listen patiently and kindly to his regular proposals of marriage. Belinda did not go any further than this in her plans for the future: she could only be grateful that their lives were to be so little changed. It was true that the curate on whom Harriet had lavished so much care and affection was now a married man and lost to them, but another had come in his place, so like, that they would hardly realize the difference, except that he was rather Italian-looking and had had a nervous breakdown.
Then she fretted, ah, she fretted
,
But ’ere six months had gone past
,
She had got another poodle dog
Exactly like the last
…
thought Belinda frivolously, but the old song had come into her head and seemed appropriate. Some tame gazelle or some gentle dove or even a poodle dog – something to
love
, that was the point.
‘I think I’ll ask him after the reception, although it’s rather soon. But we do want to make him welcome
at once
, don’t we?’ Harriet was speaking eagerly to her sister.
Belinda smiled. ‘Of course, dear.’ Asking the new curate to supper seemed a particularly happy thought.
‘I knew you would agree,’ said Harriet, making boldly for the curates’ corner.
Belinda was looking round the room to see if she could find some sympathetic person to whom she could say that Dr Johnson had been so right when he had said that all change is of itself an evil, when she saw Harriet approaching with the new curate.
She smiled and shook hands with him, but before either of them could utter a suitable platitude, Harriet had burst in with the news that the young man was coming to supper with them on his first Sunday evening in the village, which would be in about a fortnight’s time.
‘He says he is fond of boiled chicken,’ she added.
Belinda laughed awkwardly and hoped that the new curate would not be embarrassed by Harriet’s behaviour.
But he seemed completely at ease as Harriet confided to him that she always liked to eat chicken bones in her fingers.
‘Like dear Queen Victoria used to,’ she sighed.
‘Now, I’m sure
you
don’t remember Queen Victoria,’ he said gallantly.
‘We older people remember a great deal more than you think,’ said Harriet coyly.
‘Oh,
come
, now,’ laughed the curate, and although his voice was rather weak as a result of his long illness, Belinda was overjoyed to hear that it had the authentic ring.
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