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These God-fearing, dull folk were present now, and, disapproving of David’s choice in marriage, disapproved far more of its consequence; for so they considered the projected journey into the tumultuous world and the garish Orient. In the end, however, an austere approval was promised, should the solemn commission of men and women appointed to confer with and examine the candidates find in their favour–as in this case they would certainly do; for thirty thousand pounds bulked potently even in this community of unworldly folk, though smacking somewhat of the world, the flesh and the devil.

If David, however, would stand to the shovel hat, and if Hope would be faithful for ever to the poke bonnet and grey cloth, all might yet be well. At the same time, they considered that friend David’s mind was distracted by the things of this world, and they reasoned with the Lord in prayer upon the point in David’s presence.

In worldly but religiously controlled dudgeon David left the meeting-house, and inside the door of Hope’s cottage said to his own mother and to hers some bitter and un-Quaker-like things against the stupid world–for to him as yet the world was Framley, though he would soon mend that.

When he had done speaking against “the mad wits that would not see,” Hope laid her cool fingers on his arm and said, with a demure humour: “All the world’s mad but thee and me, David–and thee’s a bit mad!”

So pleased was David’s mother with this speech that then and there she was reconciled to Hope’s rebellious instincts, and saw safety for her son in the hands of the quaint, clear-minded daughter of her old friend and kinswoman, Mercy Marlowe.

II

Within three months David and Hope had seen the hills of Moab from the top of the Mount of Olives; watched the sun go down over the Sea of Galilee; plucked green boughs from the cedars on Lebanon; broken into placid exclamations of delight in the wild orchard of nectarine blossoms by the lofty ruins of Baalbac; walked in that street called Straight at Damascus; journeyed through the desert with a caravan to Palmyra when the Druses were up; and, at last, looked upon the spot where lived that Pharaoh who knew not Joseph.

In this land they stayed; and even now far up the Nile you will hear of the Two Strange People who travelled the river even to Dongola and some way back–only some way back, for a long time. In particular you will hear of them from an old dragoman called Mahommed Ramadan Saggara, and a white-haired jeweller of Assiout, called Abdul Huseyn. These two men still tell the tale of the two mad English folk with faces like no English people ever seen in Egypt, who refused protection in their travels, but went fearlessly among the Arabs everywhere, to do good and fear not. The Quaker hat and saddened drab worked upon the Arab mind to advantage.

In Egypt, David and Hope found their pious mission–though historians have since called it “whimsical and unpractical”: David’s to import the great Syrian donkey, which was to banish the shame of grossly burdening the small donkey of the land of Pharaoh; and Hope’s to build schools where English should be taught, to exclude “that language of Belial,” as David called French. When their schemes came home to Framley, with an order on David’s bankers for ten thousand pounds, grey-garbed consternation walked abroad, and in meeting the First Day following no one prayed or spoke for an hour or more. At last, however, friend Fairley rose in his place and said:

“The Lord shall deliver the heathen into their hands.”

Then the Spirit moved freely and severely among them all, and friend Fairley was, as he said himself, “crowded upon the rails by the yearlings of the flock.” For he alone of all Framley believed that David and Hope had not thrown away the Quaker drab, the shovel hat and the poke bonnet, and had gone forth fashionable, worldly and an hungered, among the fleshpots of Egypt. There was talk of gilded palaces, Saracenic splendours and dark suggestions from the Arabian Nights.