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But that does not count for much, you know, Mr. Yorke, as we all entered together. They enrolled us as our initial letters stood in the alphabet." "It will turn wholly upon your scholastic merits, then? I hear but Helstonleigh is famous for its gossip that in past times it has frequently gone by favour."
The sweet bells of Helstonleigh were still ringing out, not to welcome the judges to the city now, but as an invitation to them to come and worship God. Within the grand entrance of the cathedral, waiting to receive the judges, stood the Dean of Helstonleigh, two or three of the chapter, two of the minor canons, and the king's scholars and choristers, all in their white robes.
You very likely may have discovered, ere this, that this story of the Helstonleigh College boys is not merely a work of imagination, but taken from facts of real life.
On a fine afternoon in August and the month was now drawing towards its close the 2.25 train from London steamed into the station at Helstonleigh, eight minutes behind time, and came to a standstill. Amongst the passengers who alighted, was a gentleman of middle age, as it is called in point of fact, he had entered his fiftieth year, as the peerage would have told any curious inquirer.
Yorke says he'll not leave a stone unturned to make Helstonleigh believe the money was lost in the post-office." "Yorke believes so himself," reproachfully rejoined Arthur. "I think most people do, with the exception of Butterby. Confounded old meddler! There would have been no outcry at all, but for him." A pause. Arthur did not seem inclined to break it.
It was a somewhat anomalous position; but Arthur had held his own bravely up in it until this blow came, looking forward to a brighter time. In the years gone by, one of the stalls in Helstonleigh Cathedral was held by the Reverend Dr. Yorke: he had also some time filled the office of sub-dean.
Jenkins lay in bed, his bandaged head upon the pillow; and, seated by his side, his apron falling, and his clerical hat held between his knees, was the Bishop of Helstonleigh. Amongst other facts, patent to common and uncommon sense, is the very obvious one that a man cannot be in two places at once.
Generally speaking, the commission was opened at Helstonleigh on a Saturday; but for some convenience in the arrangements of the circuit, it was fixed this time for Wednesday; and when those cathedral bells burst forth, they gave signal that the judges had arrived and were entering the sheriff's carriage, which had gone out to meet them.
He was not an inspector, he was not a sergeant, he was not a common officer, and he was never seen in official dress. Who was Mr. Butterby? Helstonleigh wondered. That he had a great deal to do with the police, was one of their staff, and received his pay, was certain; but, what his standing might be, and what his peculiar line of duty, they could not tell.
"The dean began his close residence yesterday, papa. Therefore we know he will preach to-day." Mr. Channing sighed. He was debarred from attending the services, and he felt the deprivation keenly when he found that any particularly eminent man was to fill the cathedral pulpit. The dean of Helstonleigh was an admirable preacher. "Oh!" exclaimed Mr.
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