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Updated: June 29, 2025
Here we are out of breath, as usual, and our hands shaking; we shan't be able to play even as well as we did before, and that isn't saying much. Why," he cried, as he looked at her, "you're as red as a turkey-cock. I believe he's been making love to you." "Mr Sharnall," she retorted quickly, "if you say those things I will never come to your room again.
He was excited, he could not tell why; he knew that sleep would be impossible if he were to go to bed. It was an odd thing that Sharnall had not come home; Sharnall must have gone to Fording.
He sang as if he had been a lay-vicar all his life, and when the Magnificat was ended, and Mr Sharnall could look through the curtains of the organ-loft, the organist saw him with a Bible devoutly following Mr Noot in the second lesson. He was a man of forty, rather above the middle height, with dark eyebrows and dark hair, that was beginning to turn grey.
She nodded that she understood, and after the collection was finished, gave the money to the blind man, and bade him play for her. It was a long ballad, with many verses and a refrain of: "Oh, take me back to those I love, Or bring them here to me; I have no heart to rove, to rove Across the rolling sea." At the end she came back, and sat down on the bench by Mr Sharnall.
The offer was kindly-meant; he was sure that Mr Sharnall took a wrong view of Lord Blandamer's character that Mr Sharnall was wrong in imputing motives to Lord Blandamer. What motives could he have except the best? and however much Mr Sharnall might personally refuse, how was a man to be stopped eventually from repairing an organ which stood so manifestly in need of repair?
There is only feckless old Miss Joliffe and her stuck-up niece." The Canon was much perturbed by the vision of discomfort which his wife had called up. "The Bishop ought to be spared as much as possible," he said; "we ought to do all we can to save him annoyance. What do you think? Should we not put up with a little inconvenience, and ask Sharnall to bring the Bishop here, and lunch himself?
Mr Sharnall evinced a dislike to the architect examining them further; he began himself to devote a good deal more time and attention to their study, and he kept them jealously under lock and key.
I am always particular about keeping the door locked, otherwise one doesn't know what stranger may take it into his head to walk up. I can't bear being startled." And he glanced behind him with a strange look in his eyes. A few days before the Bishop's visit Westray was with Mr Sharnall in the organ-loft.
Could it be that the Bishop had some idea of making Mr Sharnall organist in his private chapel, for there was no vacancy in the Cathedral? Conjecture charged the blank wall of mystery full tilt, and retired broken from the assault. After talking of nothing else for many hours, Mrs Parkyn declared that the matter had no interest at all for her.
The report that the Bishop was going to lunch with Mr Sharnall on the day of the Confirmation soon spread in Cullerne. Miss Joliffe had told Mr Joliffe the pork-butcher, as her cousin, and Mr Joliffe, as churchwarden, had told Canon Parkyn. It was the second time within a few weeks that a piece of important news had reached the Rector at second-hand.
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