Atonement -- Fiction; Clergy -- England -- Fiction; Illegitimate children -- Fiction
The visitor, looking sharply to see whether this was cant, was convinced
of its sincerity at a glance, though he loudly disagreed with the
opinion.
"I call it a jolly shame," said he; "but I'm not going to hurt your
feelings by expressing mine. I'm the last man to rake up the past. But
it would be a different thing if you had really fired the church; that
was the last iniquity, charging you with that! How do I know you didn't?
There was a young friend of mine on the bench, and I had it from him as
a fact, with a jolly lot more besides. Now show me what you've done
before I go."
This did not take a minute; there was so little to show for the first
long year and more of scraping, re-pointing, or rebuilding from the
ground. Save at the end where they had stood talking, there was
scarcely a wall that reached to their shoulders, and their tour of
inspection was closely followed from the road. It was conducted with few
words on either side, though the noble Earl muttered several which would
not have been muttered in other company. In the end he made a startling
undertaking. He would not only send as much more stone as was required,
but neither the stuff nor its delivery should cost Mr. Carlton a penny.
Carlton turned a deeper bronze, but begged as a favour to be allowed to
pay. The new church was his debt to the parish. It was the one debt that
he would pay. The uttermost farthing and the least last stone were to
have come out of his own pocket. That had been his undertaking; it was
still his heart's ambition; but as such he saw its unworthy side; and
would place himself in his lordship's hands, sooner than be swayed by
false pride in such a matter.
"Then you shall pay through the nose!" the other promised him; "and I'm
damned if I don't think all the more of you. I beg your pardon. I was
trying not to swear. But I never could stand parsons, and I suppose
it'll shock you when I tell you straight that you're the best I've
struck! You're a man, you are, and I take off my hat to you."
He did so openly before the wide eyes and wider mouths of those watching
from the road; and so ended an incident which Sir Wilton Gleed described
as one of the most scandalous in all his experience. "Birds of a
feather," was, however, his ready and untiring comment; and the saying
went from door to door, as "not guilty but don't do it again," had gone
before it; for there is nothing like a timeworn saying to crystallise a
widespread sentiment.
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