Atonement -- Fiction; Clergy -- England -- Fiction; Illegitimate children -- Fiction
"Then I must go out of the district," said Carlton. And he bought a
county directory at a shop where he had been a regular customer; but
they insisted on the settlement of his current bill first; and even then
he had to help himself to the new book, and leave the money on the
counter, because they scorned to serve him. The directory contained the
names and addresses of the very few builders and master-masons within a
day's journey of Long Stow. And it was all there was to show for the
long day's round of retribution and rebuff when, late in the afternoon,
Carlton returned as he had come, too tired and too dispirited to walk an
inch out of his way; and the school-children who had courtesied in the
morning knew better now, and cried after the bent figure slinking home
at dusk.
The next day was Sunday, and the school-bell tinkled towards eleven
o'clock, and stopped precisely at the hour. Then Carlton knew that his
own idea had been adopted, and that somebody was saying matins in the
parish school-room: he read the service to himself in his study, and
evensong when evening came, with a sermon of Charles Kingsley's after
each: for doctrine could not help him now, but brave humanity could and
did.
The Monday was Bank Holiday; but Carlton only knew it when he had
trudged ten miles to have speech with a builder whose premises were
closed; and so another day was lost. On the Tuesday he tried again, but
with as little avail. Sir Wilton Gleed had been there before him (as
long ago as the Saturday afternoon), and it was the same elsewhere. The
week went in fruitless visits to small contractors and working masons in
this large village or in that little town; the enemy had been first in
every field, with a cunning formula which Carlton reconstructed from the
various answers he received.
"Of course, the church will have to be rebuilt," Sir Wilton had been
saying; "but not by him. He hasn't the money, for one thing; it had
better be an iron church, if he is to pay you for it. Help me to get rid
of him, and you shall hear from me again. We will have a decent church
when we are about it, and a local man shall get the job."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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