But I'm afraid you're giving a false account of yourself. I've heard of
you."
"Nothing but good, I hope."
"Well, I don't know. That depends. I expect you're going to shake us all
up and teach us improvement."
"Dear me, no! I come to you for instruction. I haven't an idea in the
world."
"Too much modesty is a dangerous thing. Nobody's modest in Polchester."
"Then I shall be Polchester's first modest man. But I'm not modest. I
simply speak the truth."
Mrs. Combermere smiled grimly. "There, too, you will be the exception. We
none of us speak the truth here."
"Really, Mrs. Combermere, you're giving Polchester a dreadful character."
He laughed, but did not take his eyes away from her. "I hope that you've
been here so long that you've forgotten what the place is like. I believe
in first impressions."
"So do I," she said, very grimly indeed.
"Well, in a year's time we shall see which of us is right. I'll be quite
willing to admit defeat."
"Oh, a year's time!" She laughed more pleasantly. "A great deal can happen
in a year. You may be a bishop by then, Canon Ronder,"
"Ah, that would be more than I deserve," he answered quite gravely.
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