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"Wish you would!" confessed Mrs. Bendish frankly. "Then Bernard could divorce you and you could start fair again. I'm fed up with Bernard. I'm sorry for him, poor devil, but he never was much of a joy as a husband, and he's going from bad to worse. Think I'm blind? Of course he's jealous. High dresses and lace cuffs aren't the fashion now, Lal."
"Are you coming up or not? You look fagged, Val," said Bendish affectionately. "Anything wrong?" "No: I was only wondering whether I'd get you to take a message for me, but I'd better go myself." Bendish nodded. "Just as you like. Have you settled yet about the Etchingham agency?" "No, I'm waiting for Bernard." "Hope you'll see your way to accepting.
Bendish gave Ben the puppy because it was the worst of the litter and they thought it would die: but it didn't die no animal does that Ben gets hold of and he's too fond of it now to part with it, though a dog fancier from Amesbury has offered him practically his own price for it." "I should like to see the Dane." "Well, you will, if you come with me. There's the cottage."
"You can fish all day long if you like: the water is ours, both sides of it, as far south as the mill above Wharton and a good half-mile upstream. The banks are kept clear on principle, though none of us ever touch a line. The Castle people come over now and then: Jack Bendish is keen, and he says our sport is better than theirs because they fish theirs down too much.
In his set, frank egoism was the only motive for which one need not apologize. But in Chilmark it was not so. Far other forces were in play in the lives of the Stafford family, and Laura Clowes, and Lord Grantchester and his wife and Jack Bendish. What were these forces? Lawrence thought in flashes, by imagery, scene after scene flitting before him out of the last forty-eight hours.
Jack Bendish rode up while they were talking, slipped from her saddle, and threw the reins to Val without apology, though she knew there was no one but Val to take the mare to the stable. Yvonne was the only member of the Castle household who presumed on Val's subordinate position. She treated him like a superior servant. When she heard what was in the wind her eyes were as green as a cat's.
It is for us, you know" this with a patient smile as Hillyard's impatient hand reached out for it. "Do you know a man called Bendish Paul Bendish?" "Bendish?" cried Hillyard. "He was my tutor at Oxford." "Ah! Then it does clearly refer to you. Bendish has a friend who needs your help in London." Hillyard stared.
So there were changes at Chilmark, for the parish went to a hot-tempered Welshman with a wife and six children, and Wanhope was let to an American steel magnate, and Mrs. Jack Bendish, always mischievous when she was unhappy, embroiled them with each other first and then quarrelled with both.
It was still striking twelve: the last echo of the last chime trembled away on a faint, fresh sough of wind. . . . A lolloping splash off the bank into the water what was that? A dark blot among ripples on a flat and steely glimmer, the sketch of a whiskered feline mask . . . Val made a mental note to speak to Jack Bendish about it: otters are bad housekeepers in a trout stream. "Hallo! Good man!"
But it could not be done: first there was the village policeman to run to earth and information to be laid before him, and then, since Brown's first flustered impulse was to arrest all concerned from Lawrence to Clara Janaway, Lawrence had to walk down with him to Wharton to interview Jack Bendish, as both the nearest magistrate and the nearest sensible man.
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