Stanley Weyman The New Rector

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The New Rector [1891] The novel by Stanley Weyman Dramatised for radio by Mollie Hardwick With   Jeremy Clyde as Reginald Lindo   and Gabriel Woolf as Stephen Clode 30 October 1879 "Dear Sir, We are instructed by our client, the Right Honourable the Earl of Dynmore, to invite your acceptance of the living of Claversham in the County of Warwick. The living is of the approximate value of £810 per annum and a house... " Mrs Hammond: Cecile Chevreau Laura Hammond: Alexa Romanes Jack Rowley: David Enders Mr Bonamy: Wilfred Babbage Kate Bonamy: Mary Chester Daintry Bonamy: Pat Pleasance Dr Gregg: Roger Delgado Mrs Baxter: Marjorie Forsyth Felton: Lewis Stringer The Archdeacon: James Thomason Lord Dynmore: Haydn Jones Pianist: Arthur Tatler Producer: Graham Gauld Saturday-Night Theatre: Sat 7th Mar 1970 20:30 on BBC Radio 4 FM LE ROI EST MORT! The king was dead. But not at once, not until after some short breathing-space, such as was pleasant enough to those whose only concern with the succession lay in the shouting, could the cry of "Long live the king!" be raised. For a few days there was no rector of Claversham.   The living was during this time in abeyance, or in the clouds, or in the lap of the law, or in any strange and inscrutable place you choose to name. It may have been in the prescience of the patron, and, if so, no locality could be more vague, the whereabouts of Lord Dynmore himself, to say nothing of his prescience, being as uncertain as possible.   Messrs. Gearns & Baker, his solicitors and agents, should have known as much upon this point as any one; yet it was their habit to tell one inquirer that his lordship was in the Cordilleras, and another that he was on the slopes of the Andes, and another that he was at the forty-ninth parallel--quite indifferently--these places being all one to Messrs. Gearns & Baker, whose walk in life had lain for so many years about Lincoln's Inn Fields that Clare Market had come to be their ideal of an uncivilized country. And more, if the whereabouts of Lord Dynmore could only be told in words rather far-sounding than definite, there was room for a doubt whether his prescience existed at all.   For, according to his friends, there never was a man whose memory was so notably eccentric--not weak, but eccentric. And if his memory was impeccable, his prescience-- But we grow wide of the mark. The question being merely where the living of Claversham was during the days which immediately followed Mr. Williams's death, let it be said at once that we do not know.   On the day of the funeral two of these old pensioners watched the curate's tall form as he came gravely along the opposite side of the street, to fall in at the door of his lodgings with two ladies, one elderly, one young, who were passing so opportunely that it really seemed as if they might have been waiting for him.   He and the elder lady--she was so plump of figure, so healthy of eye and cheek, and was dressed besides with such a comfortable richness that it did one good to look at her--began to talk in a subdued, decorous fashion, while the girl listened.   He was telling them of the funeral, how well the archdeacon had read the service, and what a crowd of Dissenters had been present, and so on: and at last he came to the important question. Fantastic Fiction

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