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Updated: June 4, 2025
The town, when it laughed over the story next day, found the cream of the joke in this Bester Pinsent, in promising Mrs Halloran that her boy should but share punishment with the rest, had forgotten in his agitation of mind to stipulate that the reward should also be divided. But it was really little Mr Lupus, the schoolmaster, that all unconsciously had the last word.
A very serious matter, as you say, and no doubt your being mayor makes it all the worse. Now this attitude of Mr Garraway conveyed a hint of warning, had Mr Pinsent been able to seize it. The inhabitants of Troy have, in fact, a sense of humour, but it does not include facetiousness. On the contrary, facetiousness affronts and pains them.
"What does your husband think of them, my dear?" Miss Pinsent whispered as they passed out of earshot. Lydia stooped to pick a violet in the border. "He hasn't told me." "Of your speaking to them, I mean. Would he approve of that? I know how very particular nice Americans are. I think your action might make a difference; it would certainly carry weight with Lady Susan."
"Down runs Selina Mary, an' back with word "'They're a-summin'-up, says she. "Then Mrs. Pinsent went an' lit eight candles. Four she set 'pon the table, an' four 'pon the mantel-shelf. You could see the blaze out in the street, an' the room lit up, wi' the flowers, an' fruit, an' shinin' glasses red and yellow dahlias the flowers were, that bein' the time o' year.
'Robbery is the matter, ma'am, he announced, speaking up to the unseen figure in the window. 'Some young ruffians have been stealing and killing my pigeons. I caught 'em in the act, and a serious matter they'll find it. Here Mr Pinsent raised his voice, in case any of the criminals should be lurking within earshot. 'I doubt, ma'am, a case like this will have to go to the assizes.
Pinsent moved across the room, took her by the arm, led her downstairs, an' gave her a little push out into the street. Not a word did she say, but shut the door 'pon her, very gentle-like. Then she went back an' pulled the blind down slowly. The crowd outside watched her do it. Her manner was quite ord'nary.
Gout killed 'en. I went to his buryin'; such a stretch of experience does a young man get by time he reaches my age. God bless your heart alive, I can mind when they were hung for forgery!" "Who were hung?" "People," he answered vaguely; "and young Willie Pinsent." "This woman's son?" "Ay, her son her ewe-lamb of a child. 'Tis very seldom brought up agen her now, poor soul!
So regular in attendance, and stealing pigeons, you say? Oh, be sure, sirs, I will give them a talking-to a severe talking-to this very morning. The little schoolmaster went his way down the street in a flutter. Mr Pinsent stared after him abstractedly. 'That man, said he, after a long pause, 'ought to employ some one to use his cane for him.
'Hadn't you better put something on? suggested another voice, not Mrs Salt's, from somewhere on the left. 'Eh? Mr Pinsent wheeled about and peered into the darkness. 'Is that you, Garraway? 'It is, answered Mr Garraway from his bedroom window over the wall. 'Been stealin' your pigeons, have they? Well, I'm sorry; and yet in a way 'tis a relief to my mind.
In person, Mr Pinsent was spare and diminutive, with a bald head, a tuft of badger-gray hair over either ear, and a fresh-coloured, clean-shaven face, extraordinarily wrinkled about the face and at the corners of the eyes, which twinkled at you from under a pair of restless stivvery eyebrows. You had only to look at them and note the twitch of his lips to be warned of the man's facetiousness.
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