PROLOGUE.

Sir George Farquhar, Baronet, builder of railway-stations, and

institutes, and churches, author, antiquarian, and senior partner of

Farquhar and Farquhar, leant back in his office chair and turned it

sideways to give more point to his remarks. Before him stood an

understudy, whom he was sending to superintend the restoration work at

Cullerne Minster.

"Well, good-bye, Westray; keep your eyes open, and don't forget that you

have an important job before you. The church is too big to hide

its light under a bushel, and this

Society-for-the-Conservation-of-National-Inheritances has made up its

mind to advertise itself at our expense. Ignoramuses who don't know an

aumbry from an abacus, charlatans, amateur faddists, they _will_ abuse

our work. Good, bad, or indifferent, it's all one to them; they are

pledged to abuse it."

His voice rang with a fine professional contempt, but he sobered himself

and came back to business.

"The south transept roof and the choir vaulting will want careful

watching. There is some old trouble, too, in the central tower; and I

should like later on to underpin the main crossing piers, but there is

no money. For the moment I have said nothing about the tower; it is no

use raising doubts that one can't set at rest; and I don't know how we

are going to make ends meet, even with the little that it is proposed to

do now. If funds come in, we must tackle the tower; but transept and

choir-vaults are more pressing, and there is no risk from the bells,

because the cage is so rotten that they haven't been rung for years.

"You must do your best. It isn't a very profitable stewardship, so try

to give as good an account of it as you can. We shan't make a penny out

of it, but the church is too well known to play fast-and-loose with. I

have written to the parson--a foolish old fellow, who is no more fit

than a lady's-maid to be trusted with such a church as Cullerne--to say

you are coming to-morrow, and will put in an appearance at the church in

the afternoon, in case he wishes to see you. The man is an ass, but he

is legal guardian of the place, and has not done badly in collecting

money for the restoration; so we must bear with him."

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