Lastly, Wilkinson appeared on the scene with the colonel,
and took a most affectionate leave of his friend. "You will not forget
me, Corry?" said the late dominie. "Never, Wilks, never, nor you me I
hope. I'll tell you, let us each carry away our knapsacks, and, when we
look at them, think of each other, and the happy chance that brought us
here together." The Squire's voice rung out: "Come, come, good people,
pack up quick, for the carriage is at the door." The valises were got
down by Timotheus, who received large tips. The two ladies and Wilkinson
got in with the Squire, and the new Mrs. Maguffin occupied the hind
seat, while the colonel and his servant rode away amid much throwing of
old shoes and rice, and waving of handkerchiefs, to make steamboat
connections at Collingwood. The departure of so large a company left
quite a blank at Bridesdale.
The Bishop, a gentlemanly cleric in orthodox hat and gaiters, arrived on
Saturday with his examining chaplain. Mr. Perrowne conducted them to Dr.
Halbert's, where the Squire, Mr. Douglas and Mr. Errol, with the ladies,
were invited to meet them.
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