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Well, quite honestly and the Archdeacon was one of the honestest men alive his qualifications belonged more especially to his ancestors rather than to himself. In the Archdeacon's opinion there had been too many clever men of Pybus. Time now for a normal man. Morrison was normal and Forsyth would be more normal still. He was in fact first cousin to young Johnny St.
"I've no patience with that Mrs. Pybus," Helen continued indignantly. "I told her there was no truth in it," Mrs. Portman said.
His mind was fixed upon his approaching interview with Foster. Foster had just paid a visit, quite unofficial and on a private personal basis, to Wistons, to sound him about the Pybus living and his action if he were offered it. Ronder understood men very much better than he understood women.
The vacancy at Pybus will offer a most wonderful opportunity to bring that force among us. I should have thought every one would realise that. If that influence succeeds I don't believe I'm exaggerating when I say that the progress of the religious life here is flung back fifty years. I don't think we can regard the crisis as too serious." Foster broke in: "Why not mention names, Canon?
There was something of this feeling in the attitude taken in our town after the Jubilee towards Archdeacon Brandon. And by the Pybus appointment she meant, of course, the Decline and Fall of Archdeacon Brandon, and the issue of his contest with delightful, clever Canon Ronder. The disappearance of Mrs. Brandon and Mr. Morris would have been excitement enough quite by itself for any one year.
At the same time you must remember that it has been largely tradition that has given this importance to Pybus, and that the living has been vacant already too long." He paused. Then he picked up a piece of paper in front of him. "There have been several meetings with regard to this living already," he said, "and certain names have been very thoroughly discussed among us.
It's true enough that we don't want young Forsyth at Pybus, but it's truer still that we want to bring the Archdeacon's pride down. And we're going to." The atmosphere was electric. Rogers' thin and bony features were flushed with pleasure at Foster's denunciation.
I will not deny that I felt sore about that. I did not know what sort of reception I might get if I came to you." "Very well. There is a further question that I wish to ask you. Will you deny that from the moment that you set foot in this town you have been plotting against me in respect to the Pybus living? You found out on which side I was standing and at once took the other.
There is time." His wife was illuminated with tenderness. He put down his pen and stared in front of him. What he wanted and what she wanted was a holiday. They had been too long here in this place. That was what he needed, that was the explanation of his headaches, of his tempers, of his obsession about Ronder. As soon as this Pybus St. Anthony affair was settled he would take his wife abroad.
It was with a real sense of adventure that the Whispering began about the Brandons and Ronder and the Pybus St. Anthony living and the rest of it. Where did the Whispering start? Who can ever tell? Our Polchester Whispering was carried on and fostered very largely by our servants. As in every village and town in Glebeshire, the intermarrying that had been going on for generations was astonishing.
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