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Updated: June 15, 2025
It's so easy to see nothing but the dreary round, isn't it? And all the time the stars are shining.... At least that's how it seems to me." The door closed; the room was suddenly silent. Miss Ronder sat without moving, her eyes staring in front of her. Soon Ronder returned. Miss Ronder said nothing. She was the one human being who had power to embarrass him. She was embarrassing him now.
On the very day of Falk's arrival Canon Ronder had arrived too. Canon Ronder! How Joan was beginning to detest the very sound of the name! She had hated the man himself as soon as she had set eyes upon him. She had scented, in some instinctive way, the trouble that lay behind those large round glasses and that broad indulgent smile. But now!
Ronder said nothing. "Well, sir, things got so bad that Miss Burnett went away to the sea. During her absence Mrs. Brandon came to the house quite regularly, and Mrs. Baker told us that they scarcely seemed to mind who saw them." As Ronder looked at her he realised how little he knew about women.
"Then you'll never be comfortable here, that's all. He can't bear being crossed. He must have his way about everything. If the Bishop weren't so old and the Dean so stupid.... What we want here is a little life in the place." "You needn't look to us for that, Ellen," said Ronder. "We've come here to rest " "Peace, perfect peace...." "I don't believe you," said Miss Stiles, tossing her head.
We must never forget that we are in God's House. Of course, this is an affair that really should be in the hands of the Treasury. But I'm afraid that Canon Ronder can hardly be expected in the short time that he's been with us to have investigated this little matter." Every one looked at Ronder. There was a pleasant sense of drama in the affair.
The trouble with Shakespeare is that he is so often a little a little bold, for mixed reading and that restricts us. Nevertheless, we hope...I do trust that you will join us, Canon Ronder." "I make no promises," said Ronder. "If you knew how badly I read, you'd hesitate before asking me." "We are past our time," said the Dean, looking at his watch.
Of course, I've been here for some months now and have a little idea as to the people in the place, but you've been here so long that there are many things that you can tell me." "Now, for instance," said Bentinck-Major, looking very wise and serious. "What kind of things?" "I don't want you to tell me any secrets," said Ronder.
"There's nothing that we've forgotten. Bentinck-Major will be caught before he knows where he is. Ryle too. Let us get through this next week safely and the battle's won." Foster blinked. "Yes, yes," he said hurriedly. "Yes, yes. Good-night, good-night," and almost pushed Ronder from the room. "I don't believe he's taken in a word of it," Ronder thought, as he went down the creaking stairs.
"Oh, I like Brandon don't make any mistake about that. He and I together have done some excellent things here. In many ways he's admirable. I don't know what I'd have done sometimes without his backing. All I mean is that he is perhaps a little hasty sometimes." "Quite," said Ronder. "I can't tell you how you've helped me by what you've told me. I'm sure you're right in everything you've said.
Brandon he's proud of when she isn't there. It will be awful for him that every one should know." Ronder said nothing. "You know," said Miss Stiles, who felt that her news had fallen flat, "you'll have to fight him or give in to him. There's no other way here. I hope you'll fight him." "I?" said Ronder. "Why, I never fight anybody. I'm much too lazy."
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