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inds one of the scene in _Richard the Second_,' he said. 'I mean the Duke of York's garden, where the queen and her two ladies play, and the queen says-- "What sport shall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care?" To which her lady answers, "Madam, we'll play at bowls."' 'That's an unfortunate quotation for you,' said Lady Constantine; 'for if I don't forget, the queen declines, saying, "Twill make me think the world is full of rubs, and that my fortune runs against the bias."' 'Then I cite _mal a propos_. But it is an interesting old game, and might have been played at that very date on this very green.' The Bishop lazily bowled another, and while he was doing it Viviette's glance rose by accident to the church tower window, where she recognized Swithin's face. Her surprise was only momentary; and waiting till both her companions' backs were turned she smiled and blew him a kiss. In another minute she had another opportunity, and blew him another; afterwards blowing him one a third time. Her blowings were put a stop to by the Bishop and Louis throwing down the bowls and rejoining her in the path, the house clock at the moment striking half-past eleven. 'This is a fine way of keeping an engagement,' said Swithin to himself. 'I have waited an hour while you indulge in those trifles!' He fumed, turned, and behold somebody was at his elbow: Tabitha Lark. Swithin started, and said, 'How did you come here, Tabitha?' 'In the course of my calling, Mr. St. Cleeve,' said the smiling girl. 'I come to practise on the organ. When I entered I saw you up here through the tower arch, and I crept up to see what you were looking at. The Bishop is a striking man, is he not?' 'Yes, rather,' said Swithin. 'I think he is much devoted to Lady Constantine, and I am glad of it. Aren't you?' 'O yes--very,' said Swithin, wondering if Tabitha had seen the tender little salutes between Lady Constantine and himself. 'I don't think she cares much for him,' added Tabitha judicially. 'Or, even if she does, she could be got away from him in no time by a younger man.' 'Pooh, that's nothing,' said Swithin impatiently. Tabitha then remarked that her blower had not come to time, and that she must go to look for him; upon which she descended the stairs, and left Swithin again alone. A few minutes later the Bishop suddenly looked at his watch, Lady Constantine having withdrawn to
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