The Bishop's Apron: A study in the origins of a great familyMaugham, W. Somerset (William Somerset)
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The Bishop's Apron: A study in the origins of a great family
Maugham, W. Somerset (William Somerset)
Clergy -- England -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction
_I have weighed your very considerate proposal most anxiously and
have given full weight to what you urge. I fully appreciate the
kind motive which offered me the opportunity of removing to a
position both of leisure and of dignity. I am sure you will not
think that I have lightly set aside the offer made me; but I am
doubtful whether my health would stand the asperities of a Welsh
climate. And I have to consider that a very great assistance to me
in the performance of my present duties is derived from the
complete knowledge of my work in London._ _I fear that I might
find the distant and untried labours of St. Olphert’s less
congenial. And I feel that without some very strong
counter-balancing reason, it is not desirable that I should leave
plans which I have begun, but scarcely matured, in the Metropolis._
_Believe me to be, with very grateful thanks, dear Lord
Stonehenge,_
_Your faithful and obedient servant,
THEODORE SPRATTE_
Lady Sophia smiled when she read that last sentence in which he wisely
left himself an escape, whereby he might with dignity abandon London, if
a bishopric in the future were offered to him. Obviously the comfortable
hope had returned that in the end his merits would receive their just
reward. She gave back the letter.
“I think it will do capitally,” she said. “Now, if I were you, I’d go
out for a stroll.”
“So I will, Sophia,” he replied. “I shall never forget your
encouragement. I confess I was very much cast down.”
Much to her surprise he kissed her affectionately, and then said:
“As I have nowhere particular to go, I shall just walk along to Savile
Row, and order two pairs of trousers.”
XV
Mrs. Fitzherbert had fixed half-past eight for the hour of dinner, but
Canon Spratte, anxious for a few words before any one arrived, came
early. He found her ready to receive him. When he entered the
drawing-room she was at the window, looking at the dusk which clothed
the London street in a certain atmosphere of charming mystery.
“Well?” he said, looking at her and taking both her hands.
“I’m glad you came before the others, I wanted to have a chat with you.”
“It was cruel of you to leave London so suddenly. You can’t imagine how
eagerly I’ve wished to see you.”
“I’m afraid it was inevitable,” she answered. “My friend is still very
ill, and I only came up this evening because I didn’t want to put my
party off.”
“I was hoping you’d come up to see me,” he smiled.
“In point of fact it was only to see you,” she laughed. “I would have
postponed the rest of them gaily, but I think we have a good deal to say
to one another.”
“I feel immensely flattered,” he replied.
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