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          "Darius nodded, quite benevolently. He seemed to have forgotten his 
          deep grievance against Edwin in the matter of cheque-signing.
 "Duncalf's got it [the will]," he murmured after a moment. Duncalf was 
          the town clerk and a solicitor."
 
          Bennett: Clayhanger 
 
          "Another silence fell, and then Josiah, 
          feeling himself unable to bear any further suspense as to his wife's 
          real mood and temper, suddenly determined to tell her all about the 
          geese, and know the worst. And precisely at the instant that he opened 
          his mouth, the maid opened the door and announced: 
          'Mr. 
          
          Duncalf 
          wishes to see you at once, sir. He won't keep you a minute.' 
          'Ask him in here, Mary,' said the Deputy-Mayoress 
          sweetly; 'and bring another cup and saucer.'  
          Mr. 
          
          Duncalf was the Town 
          Clerk of Bursley: 
          legal, portly, dry, and a little shy...... 
          'Your husband,' said Mr. 
          
          Duncalf 
          impressively to Clara, 'will, of course, have to step into the Mayor's 
          shoes, and you'll have to fill the place of the Countess.' He paused, 
          and added: 'And very well you'll do it, too--very well. Nobody 
          better.' 
          The Town Clerk frankly admired Clara. 
          'Mr. 
          
          Duncalf--Mr. 
          
          Duncalf!' 
          She raised a finger at him. 'You are the most shameless flatterer in 
          the town.' 
          The flatterer was flattered. Having delivered the 
          weighty news, he had leisure to savour his own importance as the 
          bearer of it. He drank a cup of tea. Josiah was thoughtful, but Clara 
          brimmed over with a fascinating loquacity. Then Mr. 
          
          
          Duncalf 
          said that he must really be going, and, having arranged with the 
          Mayor-elect to call a special meeting on the Council at once, he did 
          go, all the while wishing he had the enterprise to stay." 
          Bennett: His worship the 
          goosedriver 
 
          "Mr 
          
          Duncalf was town Clerk 
          of Bursley, and a solicitor. It is well known that all bureaucracies 
          are honey-combed with intrigue. Denry Machin left school to be clerk 
          to Mr 
          
          Duncalf, on the 
          condition that within a year he should be able to write shorthand at 
          the rate of a hundred and fifty words a minute." 
          
          "Denry Machin was 
          seated one Monday alone in Mr 
          
          Duncalf's private 
          offices in Duck Square (where he carried on his practice as a 
          solicitor)" 
           
          Bennett: The Card   |