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Brother Copas

Chapter 7 GAUDY DAY.

Word Count: 2091    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

d with a hand-bell and rang to dinner. Brother Biscoe was a charming old man to look upon; very frail and venerable, with a somewhat weak face; and as senior pensioner of

as soon as the Master emerged from his lodging with the other Trustees and a few distinguished guests-including the Bishop of Merchester, Visitor of St. Hospital-on their way to dine. The proce

or him, begged him to note it-they were none so dilatory. But gossip held them. His shrewd glan

" he murmured. "For a look at

t Warboise will do," quavered

nd Ibbetson only.... And Ibbetson's only there because his wife has more appetising fish to fry. But she's ke

e support," suggested Brother Biscoe. "Royle told me

s answered sweetly; "and just for the

arm the old man, whos

t drinker like Plant, for instance! And you

have nothing t

glance. "He's more pleasantly occupied,

as imperturbably; "though I hav

ely you'

onaday, you'd best hold your t

ndred Men's Hall. The three paused, just outside-the Nurse and Corona to await the procession of Visitors, due now at any moment. Brother Bonaday stood and blink

"That's all we women are allowed; while you-Branny say

st have observ

and smiled at her, l

go to the service. She said I must be tired after my journey. So I went to the lodge instead and made friends with Brother Manby. I didn't," said Corona candidly, "make very good we

rother Copas in s

heir h's; but Brother Manby was the first I'd heard doing it, and it seemed

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see, you've taken us at unawares more

u can't think how naturally Brother Manby went on dropping them; till by and by he told me what a mort of A

ows regarded the young face. It w

it was a long way, and please would he hurry up with the brea

spent the forenoon drinking

ke the bubbling of wa

The tiredest traveller wouldn't ask for crushed ice to it,

publicans and teetotallers agreed to require that beer supplied gratis in the name of charity must be innocuous and unenticing. But at this moment Brother Manby signalled fr

e Branscome stepped across to the child and stood by her, whispering the names of the dignitaries as they drew near. The dear l

Yeo, the Mayor of Merchester. That's

dangerous?"

ce, dear. It's the

we let our grafters run loose. But who's the tall one next to hi

was p

is hands so." Corona put her two pal

s-all of his ancestors. He's Sir John Shaftesbury, and he's pricked for High Sheriff next year. One

pressed together ecstatically. "And does

th the straw-coloured gloves, that's Mr. Bamberge

t again,

looked up,

iament for Merchester; i

oing to pretend he isn't, anyway. I'm going to pretend

the rest of the Trustees,

ishop's chaplain b

od at the foot of the stairway, and leaned there on his staff. His face was pale, his jaw set squ

the Brethren desire you as Vi

n by surprise. "Tut-tut-my good War

no disrespect to you, that have always ruled St. Hospital l

ent dubiously, holding it

ipline?" he asked, t

matter!" answered Brother Warboise, lifting his voi

perceived the womenkind gathered around their doorways, listening. Nothing of the sort h

nsive way of obtruding it. At this moment, sir, we are going together to dine and to thank God for many mercies vouchsafed to us. If you have any

ed forward and mounted the staircase, Brother Warboise stumping after it at a little distance, scowling as h

Hundred Men's Hall the Bret

opas, and stood forth ready to deliver the Latin grac

s had once observed, "the market-price of Latinity in England will ens

Alberico de Albo Monas

aused, and the Breth

o de Bello Cam

rother Copas dwelt on th

, tuisque donis, quae de tua benignitate percepturi sumu

as his turn was, to direct and apportion the helpings. He bowed to the dignitar

his seat. "You and I will have to take a slice o

e to him, it was the back. Brother Warboi

"you and I this day have raised a couple

said, but guessed that something unusual was happening. A glance at the two or three groups of women conf

dressed happened

er Warboise doing j

er shoulders, and tu

al," said she with a sniff, "than eve

yle," agreed Mrs. Ibbetson, fixing

d Nurse Branscome candidly; "thoug

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“Dodo Collections brings you another classic from Arthur Quiller-Couch, 'Brother Copas.'To those who are acquainted with the literary standing of "Q" the lightness and slightness of his novels always come as a surprise. They have, however, a distinctive touch of learning here and there and a fair and elegant style. The setting in the present case is easily identified as the Hospital of St. Cross at Winchester, although Sir Quiller-Couch confusingly calls his town Merchester suggesting Melchester, the name given by Mr. Hardy to the cathedral town of Salisbury. The dissensions and difficulties in this community of noble poverty, the great unsettled question of high church or low church, and the final solution by means of that charity which covers a multitude of sins is the theme of rother Copas. There is a delightful Swinburnian translation of a late Latin poem-the sort of thing that Sir Quiller-Couch does con amore. There is a town pageant which brings peace after dissension and there is a perfectly unreal and perfectly impossible but equally charming American child. But, on the whole, there is enough background and enough setting, enough learning, and enough ease of writing to make the whole book very readable and pleasant for an idle half-hour. If this is the only way in which Sir Quiller-Couch can earn the liberty to do his literary studies we pardon his novels.Quiller-Couch was a noted literary critic, publishing editions of some of Shakespeare's plays (in the New Shakespeare, published by Cambridge University Press, with Dover Wilson) and several critical works, including Studies in Literature (1918) and On the Art of Reading (1920). He edited a successor to his verse anthology: Oxford Book of English Prose, which was published in 1923. He left his autobiography, Memories and Opinions, unfinished; it was nevertheless published in 1945.”
1 Chapter 1 No.12 Chapter 2 THE MASTER OF ST. HOSPITAL.3 Chapter 3 THE COLLEGE OF NOBLE POVERTY.4 Chapter 4 BROTHER COPAS HOOKS A FISH.5 Chapter 5 CORONA COMES.6 Chapter 6 BROTHER COPAS ON RELIGIOUS DIFFERENCE.7 Chapter 7 GAUDY DAY.8 Chapter 8 LOW AND HIGH TABLES.9 Chapter 9 A PEACE-OFFERING.10 Chapter 10 BY MERE RIVER.11 Chapter 11 THE ANONYMOUS LETTER.12 Chapter 12 BROTHER COPAS ON THE ANGLO-SAXON.13 Chapter 13 MR. ISIDORE TAKES CHARGE.14 Chapter 14 GARDEN AND LAUNDRY.15 Chapter 15 BROTHER COPAS ON THE HOUSE OF LORDS.16 Chapter 16 CANARIES AND GREYCOATS.17 Chapter 17 THE SECOND LETTER.18 Chapter 18 PUPPETS.19 Chapter 19 THE PERVIGILIUM.20 Chapter 20 MERCHESTER PREPARES.21 Chapter 21 NAUGHTINESS, AND A SEQUEL.22 Chapter 22 RECONCILIATION.23 Chapter 23 MR. SIMEON MAKES A CLEAN BREAST.24 Chapter 24 CORONA'S BIRTHDAY.25 Chapter 25 FINIS CORONAT OPUS.