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Updated: June 4, 2025
For, first along, seeing you, out there, skipping round in your shirt with a lantern, I'd a fear you had been taken funny in the night! 'Bless the man! said Mr Pinsent. 'Do you suppose I'd do this for a joke? I don't know, responded Mr Garraway, with guarded candour. 'I feared it. But, of course, if they've stolen your pigeons, 'tis another matter.
"Other people manage to," said Miss Pinsent skeptically. "But isn't it rather unfair of Lady Susan considering that nothing is known about them?" "But, my dear, that's the very thing that's against them. It's infinitely worse than any actual knowledge." Lydia mentally agreed that, in the case of Mrs. Linton, it possibly might be. "I wonder why they came here?" she mused. "That's against them too.
And when any father in Tregarrick had a bone to pick with his sons, he'd advise 'em to take example by young Pinsent 'so clever and good, too, there was no tellin' what he mightn't come to in time. "Well-a-well, to cut it short, the lad was too clever. It came out, after, that he'd took to bettin' his employers' money agen the rich men up at the Royal Exchange.
I've toadied Lady Susan, I've gossiped with Miss Pinsent, I've pretended to be shocked with Mrs. Ainger. Respectability! It was the one thing in life that I was sure I didn't care about, and it's grown so precious to me that I've stolen it because I couldn't get it in any other way." She moved across the room and returned to his side with another laugh. "I who used to fancy myself unconventional!
Miss Pinsent sniffed derisively. "A bishop's niece! my dear, I saw her once actually give in to some South Americans and before us all. She gave up her seat at table to oblige them such a lack of dignity! Lady Susan spoke to her very plainly about it afterwards." Miss Pinsent glanced across the lake and adjusted her auburn front.
The town sergeant was out in the country, picking mushrooms; but his youngest granddaughter, who opened the door, promised to send him along to the mayor's office as soon as ever he returned. At ten o'clock, or a little later, Pretty Tommy presented himself, and found Mr Pinsent at his desk engaged in complacent study of a sheet of manuscript, to which he had just attached his signature.
I call it a garden because Mr Pinsent called it so; and, to be sure, it boasted a stretch of turf, a couple of flower-beds, a flagstaff, and a small lean-to greenhouse. But the pride of the garden was its dovecote, formed of a large cider-barrel on a mast. The barrel was pierced with pigeon-holes, and fitted with ledges on which the birds stood to preen themselves.
Mr Pinsent, seated in his office, heard the bell sounding far up the street, and chuckled to himself. He chuckled again, peering through his wire blinds, when Pretty Tommy emerged upon the square outside and took his stand in the middle of it to read the proclamation.
To watch him, you might suppose that business was a first-class practical joke, and he invariably wound up a hard bargain by slapping his victim on the back. Some called him Funny Pinsent, others The Bester. Few liked him. Nevertheless he prospered, and in 1827 was chosen mayor of the borough.
'Good Lord! said Mr Pinsent testily. 'Did I ever call midnight robbery a laughing matter? 'No o, answered Mrs Salt, yet as one not altogether sure. 'And I dare say your bein' mayor makes you take a serious view.
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