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Updated: September 10, 2025
Most of this we had done on Friday evening; but artificial light is inclined to militate against the labourer, and at eleven o'clock Berry had sworn twice, shown us which pieces were missing, and related the true history of poor Agatha Glynde, who spent more than a fortnight over 'David Copperfield' before she found out that the pieces had been mixed up with those of Constable's 'Hay Wain. This upset us so much that Jonah said he should try and get a question asked in the House about it, and we decided to send the thing back the next day and demand the return of the money."
Making vain pretence Of gladness, with an awful sense Of one mute shadow watching all. "Pooh! the girl is happy enough!" Mr. Glynde jerked his newspaper up and read an advertisement of steamships about to depart to the West Coast of Africa. She looked at the back of her husband's head, where the hair was getting a little thin, and said nothing. No one argued with the Reverend Thomas Glynde.
A mile farther along the high road is the turning which leads to Glynde station and village, for which the most pleasant route is over the hills. The name is possibly a Celtic survival and describes the situation between opposing heights. "Glyn" is common throughout the whole of Wales. The church is in a style quite alien to its surroundings and might well belong to Clapham or Bloomsbury.
It was only a matter of moments, and when we have no more than that wherein to act we usually take the wrong turning. Mrs. Glynde turned and gave one imploring look towards her husband. At the same instant the door opened and Dora entered, singing as she came. "What is the matter?" she exclaimed. "You both look depressed. Stocks down, or something else has gone up? I know!
In the meantime the Rector of Stagholme, having breakfasted, proceeded to light a cigarette and open the Times with the leisurely sense of enjoyment of one who takes an interest in all things without being keenly concerned in any. "God help us!" he exclaimed suddenly; and Mrs. Glynde, who alone happened to be present, dropped a handful of housekeeping money on the floor.
"To whose advantage?" they ask, and there they assign the action. But Mr. Rigg was also a good lawyer, and therefore he kept his own counsel. "Things must be allowed," he said, "to take their course. You know, Mrs. Agar, we are proverbially slow in moving, but we are sure." Now it happened that this was precisely the position assumed by Mr. Glynde, whose respect for legal routine was enormous.
It is not the clever people who make all the epigrams; but sometimes those who merely live and feel, and are perhaps objects of ridicule. Mrs. Glynde was one of these. She had unwittingly made an epigram. She had summed up life in five words the time passes somehow." "And, dear," she went on, "it is not wise, perhaps it is not quite right, to turn one's back upon an alleviation which is offered.
Glynde, never dreamt of such a possibility until, in the form of a fact, it was confided to her by Miss Hethbridge, one afternoon soon after her arrival at the rectory. "Confound it, Maria," exclaimed the Rector testily, when the information was passed on to him later in the evening. "Why could you not have foreseen such an absurd event?" Poor Mrs. Glynde looked distressed.
"It appears," he said sharply, while he was stirring his tea, "that Jem Agar has got his commission in a Goorkha regiment." Now Mrs. Glynde knew more about the organisation of the heavenly bands than of the administration of the Indian army.
Dora Glynde had always looked upon herself as a somewhat weak and easily led person; she was beginning to feel her own strength now and to rejoice in it. From the first she half-suspected a trap of some sort. Such a subterfuge was eminently characteristic of Mrs. Agar, and that lady's manner of welcoming her only increased the suspicion.
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