Mrs. Lasher would
be delighted. They had often wondered.... Only the other day Mrs. Lasher
was saying.... "And you're one of our novelists, I hear," said Canon
Lasher in exactly the tone that he would have used had Seymour taken to
tight-rope walking at the Halls.
"Oh, no!" said Seymour, laughing, "that's another man of my name. I'm at
the Bar."
"Ah," said the Canon, greatly relieved, "that's good! That's good! Very
good indeed!"
Mrs. Lasher was, of course, immensely surprised. "Why! Fancy! And it was
only yesterday! Whoever would have expected! I never was more
astonished! And tea just ready! How fortunate! Just fancy you meeting
the Canon!"
The Canon seemed, to Seymour, greatly mellowed by comfort and
prosperity; there was even the possibility of corpulence in the not
distant future. He was, indeed, a proper Canon.
"And who," said Seymour, "has Clinton St. Mary now?"
"One of the Trenchards," said Mr. Lasher. "As you know, a very famous
old Glebeshire family. There are some younger cousins of the Garth
Trenchards, I believe. You know of the Trenchards of Garth? No? Ah, very
delightful people.
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