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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Now, I don't know if I'm wrong, but it seems from what I've seen during the short time that I've been here that the general point of view is inclined to be a little too local. I believe you rather feel that yourself, although I may be prejudiced, coming straight as I have from London." "It's odd that you should mention that, Canon," said Bentinck-Major.
Bentinck-Major had never had very much affection from Mr. Bentinck-Major, and had not very consciously missed it, but then she had a dog, a spaniel, whom she loved most dearly. "We're all lonely all of us to the very end," said Miss Ronder, as though she was thinking of some one in especial. And she was. She was thinking of her nephew.
Why, he'd make Brandon's hair stand on end!" "Well," said Martin gravely, "if there's any real chance of getting Wistons into this diocese I'll work for it with my coat off." "Good," said Bentinck-Major, tapping with a little gold pencil that he had been fingering, on the table. "Now we are all agreed. The next question is, what steps are we to take?" They all looked instinctively at Ronder.
There was a little pause. Bentinck-Major took advantage of it to look graver than ever. "He strikes you like that, does he?" he said at last. "Well, in many ways I think you're right. Brandon is a good friend of mine I may say that he thoroughly appreciates what I've done for this place. But he is quite between ourselves how shall I put it? just a little autocratic.
"I shouldn't wonder if the Queen isn't feeling more lonely to-day than she has ever felt in all her life before." And then they saw that dreadful man, Davray, lurching along. He was lonely, but then he deserved to be, with his drink and all. Wicked man! Mrs. Bentinck-Major shivered. She didn't know how he dared to go to church. He shouldn't be allowed. On such a day, too.
A fine room with books in leather bindings, high windows, an oil painting of the Canon as a smart young curate, a magnificent writing-table, The Spectator and The Church Times near the fireplace, and two deep leather arm-chairs. Into these last two the clergymen sank. Bentinck-Major put his fingers together, crossed his admirable legs, and looked interrogatively at his visitor.
Brandon sniffed something of incipient rebellion in Bentinck-Major's attitude and looked across the table severely. Bentinck-Major blinked and nervously examined his nails. "Of course," said the Archdeacon in his most solemn manner, "there may be people who wish to turn the Cathedral into a music-hall. I don't say there are, but there may be. In these strange times nothing would astonish me.
"Ask as many questions as you like and I'll do my best to answer them." Ronder did then, during the next half-hour, ask a great many questions, and he received a great many answers. The answers may not have told him overmuch about the things that he wanted to know, but they did tell him a great deal about Bentinck-Major. The clock struck four. Ronder got up.
He liked the look of Ronder. He always preferred fat men to thin; they were much less malicious, he thought. "Oh, thank you, Canon Ronder very well, thank you. I didn't see you. Quite spring weather. Are you going my way?" "I'm off to see Bentinck-Major." "Oh, yes, Bentinck-Major...." Ryle's first thought was "Now is Bentinck-Major likely to have anything to say against me this afternoon?"
"Did you get my letter?" "Yes." "I love you, I love you, I love you." This in a hoarse whisper. "Johnny you mustn't you know we can't you know I oughtn't " They passed through into the Cathedral. Mrs. Bentinck-Major came with Miss Ronder, slowly, across the grass. It was not necessary for them to hurry because they knew that their seats were reserved for them. Mrs.
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