Laziness, you have been rewarded! The Warden is fantastic and sweet and a bit sad. Also, and I know that this is basting the turkey with Obvious Sauce, it is ridiculously Victorian. Because Septimus Harding is the warden of a hospital and the precentor of a cathedral and what are these things?
Ok, I am still in the dark precentor-wise because Wikipedia is Too Much Work, but the warden of the hospital (which is not a ‘hospital’ like you’re thinking, but more like an old-man charity house) is the guy who looks after the old mens. This is a bit complicated, but bear with me. A Benevolent Benefactor long ago set up said hospital along with a steady income. The income goes to maintain the hospital and feed the old mens, and whatever is left over goes to the warden. For reasons I don’t understand (because I do not Get Economics), the income got bigger and suddenly the warden is making piles of money just for hanging out with some old mens.
Which, fine. Except that some young reformer is all, NAY! Such injustice shall NOT go unprodded! And he starts prodding into what the Benevolent Benefactor’s will actually stipulates and whether more of teh moneys should go to the old mens and whether the warden is living off of ill-gotten gains and then the warden starts wondering if he is living off of ill-gotten gains and did I mention that the young reformer and the warden’s daughter ARE IN LOVE!?!?! Conflict!!
So the warden is trying to figure out if he’s doing a bad thing and the reformer is trying to figure out how to maintain the good opinion of his lady-love while prosecuting the hell out of her papa and the warden’s son-in-law is trying to strong-arm the warden into standing up for his rights and then the press gets involved and everyone is quite overwrought.
And that’s sort of the whole of it. It is super.