“No, Mr. Carnegie, sir—­with all respect to your judgment—­I never had no constitution worth naming where constitutions come,” said Mrs. Christie, deeply affronted.  “That everybody’s witness as knew me afore ever I married into the Forest.  And what has kept me up since, toiling and moiling with a husband and boys, if the drugs hasn’t?  I hope I’m thankful for the blessing that has been sent with them.”  Miss Wort purred her approval of these pious sentences.

“Some day you’ll be in a hurry for an antidote, Mrs. Christie:  that will be the end of taking random advice.”

“Well, sir, if so I be, my William is not the man to grudge me what’s called for.  As you are here, Mr. Carnegie, I should wish to have an understanding whether you mean to provide me with doctor’s stuff; if not, I’ll look elsewhere.  I’ve not heard that Mr. Robb sets his face against drugs yet; which it stands to reason has a use, or God Almighty wouldn’t have given them.”

Mr. Carnegie rode off with a curt rejoinder to Mrs. Christie that he would not supply her foolish cravings, Robb or no Robb.  Miss Wort was sorry for his contempt of the divine bounties, and sought an explanation in his conduct:  “Poor fellow! he has not entered a church since Easter, unless he walks over to Littlemire, which is not likely.”

“If he has not entered Mr. Wiley’s church, I’m with him, and so is my William,” said Mrs. Christie with sudden energy.  “I can’t abide Mr. Wiley.  Oh, he’s an arrogant man!  It’s but seldom he calls this way, and I don’t care if it was seldomer; for could he have spoken plainer if it had been to a dog?  ‘You’d be worse if you ailed aught, Mrs. Christie,’ says he, and grins.  I’d been giving him an account of the poor health I enjoy.  And my William heard him with his own ears when he all but named Mr. Carnegie in the pulpit, and not to his credit; so he’s in the right of it to keep away.  A kinder doctor there is not far nor near, for all he has such an unaccountable prejudice against what he lives by.”

“But that is not Christian.  We ought not to absent ourselves from the holy ordinances because the clergyman happens to offend us.  We ought to bear patiently being told of our faults,” urged Miss Wort, who on no account would have allowed one of the common people to impugn the spiritual authorities unrebuked:  her own private judgment on doctrine was another matter.

“‘Between him and thee,’ yes,” said Mrs. Christie, who on some points was as sensitive and acute as a well-born woman.  “But it is taking a mean advantage of a man to talk at him when he can’t answer; that’s what my William says.  For if he spoke up for himself, they’d call it brawling in church, and turn him out.  He ain’t liked, Miss Wort; you can’t say he is, to tell truth.  Not many of the gentlemen does attend church, except them as goes for the look o’ the thing, like the old admiral and a few more.”