Cuthbert to undertake their defence and bring her round to a reasonable view of things.
Cuthbert dropped at once his eyeglass and his inquiring gaze, and held out his hand.
Cuthbert, for letting me grow up and be so shamefully imposed upon, but of course I don't blame you as I do the others.
Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs.
Thomas Lynde-- a meek little man whom Avonlea people called "Rachel Lynde's husband"--was sowing his late turnip seed on the hill field beyond the barn; and Matthew Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his on the big red brook field away over by Green Gables.
And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert, at half-past three on the afternoon of a busy day, placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill; moreover, he wore a white collar and his best suit of clothes, which was plain proof that he was going out of Avonlea; and he had the buggy and the sorrel mare, which betokened that he was going a considerable distance.
Doctor, the good handmaiden became reconciled to her presence, and told her cronies at the Glen that Miss Cuthbert was a fine old lady and knew her place.
How can she bear it, Miss Cuthbert? I am afraid it will kill her.
Cuthbert Grayne was perhaps more of a criminologist than either a lawyer or a policeman, but in his more barbarous surroundings he had proved successful in turning himself into a practical combination of all three.
Dawn had begun to break abrupt and white when Cuthbert Grayne turned out the lights in the library and came out on to the links.
"All right--I'll overtake you and Cuthbert
in five minutes; don't stop; I give my word that I will, Felix."
*Extracts are from a letter of Cuthbert
, afterwards Abbot of Wearmouth and Jarrow, to his friend Cuthwin.