“You might see Bonsor about those repairs in the chancel. We shall have the roof falling in before we know where we are.”
“Mr. Bonsor has referred the matter to the Squire.”
“Perhaps a word to old Fishpingle would expedite things.”
“If I see him, I’ll mention it.”
“Or, better still, attack Lady Pomfret.”
Joyce laughed.
“Same thing, daddy.”
“Eh?”
“Lady Pomfret manipulates the Squire through Fishpingle.”
Hamlin saw no humour in this. Strategy exasperated him. He practiced direct methods, frontal attack, with the accompanying heavy artillery of argument.