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Chapter 11
Ohdear!
November26,Sunday.—Thecuratepreachedaverygoodsermontoday—verygoodindeed.Hisappearanceisneversoimpressiveasourdearoldvicar’s,butIamboundtosayhissermonsaremuchmoreimpressive.Aratherannoyingincidentoccurred,ofwhichImustmakemention.Mrs.Fernlosse,whoisquiteagrandlady,livinginoneofthoselargehousesintheCamdenRoad,stoppedtospeaktomeafterchurch,whenwewereallcomingout.ImustsayIfeltflattered,forsheisthoughtagooddealof.Isupposesheknewmethroughseeingmesooftentakeroundtheplate,especiallyasshealwaysoccupiesthecornerseatofthepew.Sheisaveryinfluentiallady,andMayhavehadsomethingoftheutmostimportancetosay,butunfortunately,asshecommencedtospeakastronggustofwindcameandblewmyhatoffintothemiddleoftheroad.
Ihadtorunafterit,andhadthegreatestdifficultyinrecoveringit.WhenIhadsucceededindoingso,IfoundMrs.Fernlossehadwalkedonwithsomeswellfriends,andIfeltIcouldnotwellapproachhernow,especiallyasmyhatwassmotheredwithmud.IcannotsayhowdisappointedIfelt.
Intheevening(Sundayeveningofallothers)IfoundanimpertinentnotefromMr.Burwin–Fosselton,whichranasfollows:
“DEARMR.
