accordingto
the
archdeacon
,
was
their
intended
estate
.
They
grimly
stared
upon
his
burly
figure
,
but
did
not
then
express
,
by
word
or
sign
,
the
anger
and
disgust
to
which
such
language
was
sure
to
give
rise
.
"
Now
let
me
ask
you
,
"
he
continued
,
"
do
you
think
you
are
worse
off
than
John
Hiram
intended
to
make
you
?
Have
you
not
shelter
,
and
food
,
and
leisure
?
Have
you
not
much
more
?
Have
you
not
every
indulgence
which
you
are
capable
of
enjoying
?
Have
you
not
twice
better
food
,
twice
a
better
bed
,
ten
times
more
money
in
your
pocket
than
you
were
ever
able
to
earn
for
yourselves
before
you
were
lucky
enough
to
get
into
this
place
?
And
now
you
send
a
petition
to
the
bishop
,
asking
for
a
hundred
pounds
a
year
!
I
tell
you
what
,
my
friends
;
you
are
deluded
,
and
made
fools
of
by
wicked
men
who
are
acting
for
their
own
ends
.
You
will
never
get
a
hundred
pence
a
year
more
than
what
you
have
now
:
it
is
very
possible
that
you
may
get
less
;
it
is
very
possible
that
my
lord
the
bishop
,
and
your
warden
may
make
changes
—
"
"
No
,
no
,
no
,
"
interrupted
Mr.
Harding
,
who
had
been
listening
with
indescribable
misery
to
the
tirade
of
his
son-in-law
;
"
no
,
my
friends
.
I
want
no
changes
,
—
at
least
no
changes
that
shall
make
you
worse
off
than
you
now
are
,
as
long
as
you
and
I
live
together
.
"
"
God
bless
you
,
Mr.
Harding
,
"
said
Bunce
;
and
"
God
bless
you
,
Mr.
Harding
,
God
bless
you
sir
,
we
know
you
was
always
our
friend
,
"
was
exclaimed
by
enough
of
the
men
to
make
it
appear
that
the
sentiment
was
general
.
The
archdeacon
had
been
interrupted
in
his
speech
before
he
had
quite
finished
it
;
but
he
felt
that
he
could
not
recommence
with
dignity
after
this
little
ebullition
,
and
he
led
the
way
back
into
the
garden
,
followed
by
his
father-in-law
.
"
Well
,
"
said
he
,
as
soon
as
he
found
himself
within
the
cool
retreat
of
the
warden
's
garden
;
"
I
think
I
spoke
to
them
plainly
.
"
And
he
wiped
the
perspiration
from
his
brow
;
for
making
a
speech
under
a
broiling
mid-day
sun
in
summer
,
in
a
full
suit
of
thick
black
cloth
,
is
warm
work
.
"
Yes
,
you
were
plain
enough
,
"
replied
the
warden
,
in
a
tone
which
did
not
express
approbation
.
"
And
that
's
everything
,
"
said
the
other
,
who
was
clearly
well
satisfied
with
himself
;
"
that
's
everything
:
with
those
sort
of
people
one
must
be
plain
,
or
one
will
not
be
understood
.
Now
,
I
think
they
did
understand
me
—
I
think
they
knew
what
I
meant
.
"
The
warden
agreed
.
He
certainly
thought
they
had
understood
to
the
full
what
had
been
said
to
them
.
"
They
know
pretty
well
what
they
have
to
expect
from
us
;
they
know
how
we
shall
meet
any
refractory
spirit
on
their
part
;
they
know
that
we
are
not
afraid
of
them
.
And
now
I
'll
just
step
into
Chadwick
's
,
and
tell
him
what
I
've
done
;
and
then
I
'll
go
up
to
the
palace
,
and
answer
this
petition
of
theirs
.
"
The
warden
's
mind
was
very
full
—
full
nearly
to
overcharging
itself
;
and
had
it
done
so
—
had
he
allowed
himself
to
speak
the
thoughts
which
were
working
within
him
,
he
would
indeed
have
astonished
the
archdeacon
by
the
reprobation
he
would
have
expressed
as
to
the
proceeding
of
which
he
had
been
so
unwilling
a
witness
.
But
different
feelings
kept
him
silent
;
he
was
as
yet
afraid
of
differing
from
his
son-in-law
—
he
was
anxious
beyond
measure
to
avoid
even
a
semblance
of
rupture
with
any
of
his
order
,
and
was
painfully
fearful
of
having
to
come
to
an
open
quarrel
with
any
person
on
any
subject
.
His
life
had
hitherto
been
so
quiet
,
so
free
from
strife
;
his
little
early
troubles
had
required
nothing
but
passive
fortitude
;
his
subsequent
prosperity
had
never
forced
upon
him
any
active
cares
—
had
never
brought
him
into
disagreeable
contact
with
any
one
.
He
felt
that
he
would
give
almost
anything
—
much
more
than
he
knew
he
ought
to
do
—
to
relieve
himself
from
the
storm
which
he
feared
was
coming
.
It
was
so
hard
that
the
pleasant
waters
of
his
little
stream
should
be
disturbed
and
muddied
by
rough
hands
;
that
his
quiet
paths
should
be
made
a
battle-field
;
that
the
unobtrusive
corner
of
the
world
which
had
been
allotted
to
him
,
as
though
by
Providence
,
should
be
invaded
and
desecrated
,
and
all
within
it
made
miserable
and
unsound
.
Money
he
had
none
to
give
;
the
knack
of
putting
guineas
together
had
never
belonged
to
him
;
but
how
willingly
,
with
what
a
foolish
easiness
,
with
what
happy
alacrity
,
would
he
have
abandoned
the
half
of
his
income
for
all
time
to
come
,
could
he
by
so
doing
have
quietly
dispelled
the
clouds
that
were
gathering
over
him
—
could
he
have
thus
compromised
the
matter
between
the
reformer
and
the
conservative
,
between
his
possible
son-in-law
,
Bold
,
and
his
positive
son-in-law
,
the
archdeacon
.
And
this
compromise
would
not
have
been
made
from
any
prudential
motive
of
saving
what
would
yet
remain
,
for
Mr.
Harding
still
felt
little
doubt
but
he
should
be
left
for
life
in
quiet
possession
of
the
good
things
he
had
,
if
he
chose
to
retain
them
.
No
;
he
would
have
done
so
from
the
sheer
love
of
quiet
,
and
from
a
horror
of
being
made
the
subject
of
public
talk
.
He
had
very
often
been
moved
to
pity
—
to
that
inward
weeping
of
the
heart
for
others
'
woes
;
but
none
had
he
ever
pitied
more
than
that
old
lord
,
whose
almost
fabulous
wealth
,
drawn
from
his
church
preferments
,
had
become
the
subject
of
so
much
opprobrium
,
of
such
public
scorn
;
that
wretched
clerical
octogenarian
Croesus
,
whom
men
would
not
allow
to
die
in
peace
—
whom
all
the
world
united
to
decry
and
to
abhor
.
Was
he
to
suffer
such
a
fate
?
Was
his
humble
name
to
be
bandied
in
men
's
mouths
,
as
the
gormandizer
of
the
resources
of
the
poor
,
as
of
one
who
had
filched
from
the
charity
of
other
ages
wealth
which
had
been
intended
to
relieve
the
old
and
the
infirm
?
Was
he
to
be
gibbeted
in
the
press
,
to
become
a
byword
for
oppression
,
to
be
named
as
an
example
of
the
greed
of
the
English
church
?
Should
it
ever
be
said
that
he
had
robbed
those
old
men
,
whom
he
so
truly
and
so
tenderly
loved
in
his
heart
of
hearts
?
As
he
slowly
paced
,
hour
after
hour
,
under
those
noble
lime-trees
,
turning
these
sad
thoughts
within
him
,
he
became
all
but
fixed
in
his
resolve
that
some
great
step
must
be
taken
to
relieve
him
from
the
risk
of
so
terrible
a
fate
.
In
the
meanwhile
,
the
archdeacon
,
with
contented
mind
and
unruffled
spirit
,
went
about
his
business
.
He
said
a
word
or
two
to
Mr.
Chadwick
,
and
then
finding
,
as
he
expected
,
the
petition
lying
in
his
father
's
library
,
he
wrote
a
short
answer
to
the
men
,
in
which
he
told
them
that
they
had
no
evils
to
redress
,
but
rather
great
mercies
for
which
to
be
thankful
;
and
having
seen
the
bishop
sign
it
,
he
got
into
his
brougham
and
returned
home
to
Mrs.
Grantly
,
and
Plumstead
Episcopi
.
CHAP
.
VI
.
THE
WARDEN
'S
TEA
PARTY
.
After
much
painful
doubting
,
on
one
thing
only
could
Mr.
Harding
resolve
.
He
determined
that
at
any
rate
he
would
take
no
offence
,
and
that
he
would
make
this
question
no
cause
of
quarrel
either
with
Bold
or
with
the
bedesmen
.
In
furtherance
of
this
resolution
,
he
himself
wrote
a
note
to
Mr.
Bold
,
the
same
afternoon
,
inviting
him
to
meet
a
few
friends
and
hear
some
music
on
an
evening
named
in
the
next
week
.
Had
not
this
little
party
been
promised
to
Eleanor
,
in
his
present
state
of
mind
he
would
probably
have
avoided
such
gaiety
;
but
the
promise
had
been
given
,
the
invitations
were
to
be
written
,
and
when
Eleanor
consulted
her
father
on
the
subject
,
she
was
not
ill
pleased
to
hear
him
say
,
"
Oh
,
I
was
thinking
of
Bold
,
so
I
took
it
into
my
head
to
write
to
him
myself
,
but
you
must
write
to
his
sister
.
"
Mary
Bold
was
older
than
her
brother
,
and
,
at
the
time
of
our
story
,
was
just
over
thirty
.
She
was
not
an
unattractive
young
woman
,
though
by
no
means
beautiful
.
Her
great
merit
was
the
kindliness
of
her
disposition
.
She
was
not
very
clever
,
nor
very
animated
,
nor
had
she
apparently
the
energy
of
her
brother
;
but
she
was
guided
by
a
high
principle
of
right
and
wrong
;
her
temper
was
sweet
,
and
her
faults
were
fewer
in
number
than
her
virtues
.
Those
who
casually
met
Mary
Bold
thought
little
of
her
;
but
those
who
knew
her
well
loved
her
well
,
and
the
longer
they
knew
her
the
more
they
loved
her
.
Among
those
who
were
fondest
of
her
was
Eleanor
Harding
,
and
though
Eleanor
had
never
openly
talked
to
her
of
her
brother
,
each
understood
the
other
's
feelings
about
him
.
The
brother
and
sister
were
sitting
together
when
the
two
notes
were
brought
in
.
"
How
odd
,
"
said
Mary
,
"
that
they
should
send
two
notes
.
Well
,
if
Mr.
Harding
becomes
fashionable
,
the
world
is
going
to
change
.
"
Her
brother
understood
immediately
the
nature
and
intention
of
the
peace
offering
;
but
it
was
not
so
easy
for
him
to
behave
well
in
the
matter
,
as
it
was
for
Mr.
Harding
.
It
is
much
less
difficult
for
the
sufferer
to
be
generous
than
for
the
oppressor
.
John
Bold
felt
that
he
could
not
go
to
the
warden
's
party
:
he
never
loved
Eleanor
better
than
he
did
now
;
he
had
never
so
strongly
felt
how
anxious
he
was
to
make
her
his
wife
as
now
,
when
so
many
obstacles
to
his
doing
so
appeared
in
view
.
Yet
here
was
her
father
himself
,
as
it
were
clearing
away
those
very
obstacles
,
and
still
he
felt
that
he
could
not
go
to
the
house
any
more
as
an
open
friend
.
As
he
sat
thinking
of
these
things
with
the
note
in
his
hand
,
his
sister
was
waiting
for
his
decision
.
"
Well
,
"
said
she
,
"
I
suppose
we
must
write
separate
answers
,
and
both
say
we
shall
be
very
happy
.
"
"
You
'
ll
go
,
of
course
,
Mary
,
"
said
he
;
to
which
she
readily
assented
.
"
I
cannot
,
"
he
continued
,
looking
serious
and
gloomy
;
"
I
wish
I
could
,
with
all
my
heart
.
"
"
And
why
not
,
John
?
"
said
she
.
She
had
as
yet
heard
nothing
of
the
new-found
abuse
which
her
brother
was
about
to
reform
;
at
least
,
nothing
which
connected
it
with
her
brother
's
name
.
He
sat
thinking
for
awhile
till
he
determined
that
it
would
be
best
to
tell
her
at
once
what
it
was
that
he
was
about
:
it
must
be
done
sooner
or
later
.
"
I
fear
I
cannot
go
to
Mr.
Harding
's
house
any
more
as
a
friend
,
just
at
present
.
"
"
Oh
,
John
!
Why
not
?
Ah
,
you
've
quarrelled
with
Eleanor
!
"
"
No
,
indeed
,
"
said
he
;
"
I
've
no
quarrel
with
her
as
yet
.
"
"
What
is
it
,
John
?
"
said
she
,
looking
at
him
with
an
anxious
,
loving
face
;
for
she
knew
well
how
much
of
his
heart
was
there
in
that
house
which
he
said
he
could
no
longer
enter
.
"
Why
,
"
said
he
at
last
,
"
I
've
taken
up
the
case
of
these
twelve
old
men
of
Hiram
's
Hospital
,
and
of
course
that
brings
me
into
contact
with
Mr.
Harding
.
I
may
have
to
oppose
him
,
interfere
with
him
,
perhaps
injure
him
.
"
Mary
looked
at
him
steadily
for
some
time
before
she
committed
herself
to
reply
,
and
then
merely
asked
him
what
he
meant
to
do
for
the
old
men
.
"
Why
,
it
's
a
long
story
,
and
I
do
n't
know
that
I
can
make
you
understand
it
.
John
Hiram
made
a
will
,
and
left
his
property
in
charity
for
certain
poor
old
men
,
and
the
proceeds
,
instead
of
going
to
the
benefit
of
these
men
,
goes
chiefly
into
the
pocket
of
the
warden
,
and
the
bishop
's
steward
.
"
"
And
you
mean
to
take
away
from
Mr.
Harding
his
share
of
it
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
what
I
mean
yet
.
I
mean
to
inquire
about
it
.
I
mean
to
see
who
is
entitled
to
this
property
.
I
mean
to
see
,
if
I
can
,
that
justice
be
done
to
the
poor
of
the
city
of
Barchester
generally
,
who
are
,
in
fact
,
the
legatees
under
the
will
.
I
mean
,
in
short
,
to
put
the
matter
right
,
if
I
can
.
"
"
And
why
are
you
to
do
this
,
John
?
"
"
You
might
ask
the
same
question
of
anybody
else
,
"
said
he
;
"
and
according
to
that
,
the
duty
of
righting
these
poor
men
would
belong
to
nobody
.
If
we
are
to
act
on
that
principle
,
the
weak
are
never
to
be
protected
,
injustice
is
never
to
be
opposed
,
and
no
one
is
to
struggle
for
the
poor
!
"
And
Bold
began
to
comfort
himself
in
the
warmth
of
his
own
virtue
.
"
But
is
there
no
one
to
do
this
but
you
,
who
have
known
Mr.
Harding
so
long
?
Surely
,
John
,
as
a
friend
,
as
a
young
friend
,
so
much
younger
than
Mr.
Harding
—
"
"
That
's
woman
's
logic
,
all
over
,
Mary
.
What
has
age
to
do
with
it
?
Another
man
might
plead
that
he
was
too
old
;
and
as
to
his
friendship
,
if
the
thing
itself
be
right
,
private
motives
should
never
be
allowed
to
interfere
.
Because
I
esteem
Mr.
Harding
,
is
that
a
reason
that
I
should
neglect
a
duty
which
I
owe
to
these
old
men
?
or
should
I
give
up
a
work
which
my
conscience
tells
me
is
a
good
one
,
because
I
regret
the
loss
of
his
society
?
"
"
And
Eleanor
,
John
?
"
said
the
sister
,
looking
timidly
into
her
brother
's
face
.
"
Eleanor
,
that
is
,
Miss
Harding
,
if
she
thinks
fit
—
that
is
,
if
her
father
—
or
rather
,
if
she
—
or
,
indeed
,
he
,
—
if
they
find
it
necessary
—
but
there
is
no
necessity
now
to
talk
about
Eleanor
Harding
;
but
this
I
will
say
,
that
if
she
has
the
kind
of
spirit
for
which
I
give
her
credit
,
she
will
not
condemn
me
for
doing
what
I
think
to
be
a
duty
.
"
And
Bold
consoled
himself
with
the
consolation
of
a
Roman
.
Mary
sat
silent
for
awhile
,
till
at
last
her
brother
reminded
her
that
the
notes
must
be
answered
,
and
she
got
up
,
and
placed
her
desk
before
her
,
took
out
her
pen
and
her
paper
,
wrote
on
it
slowly
,
—
"
Pakenham
Villas
,
Tuesday
morning
.
"
My
dear
Eleanor
,
"
I
—
"
and
then
stopped
,
and
looked
at
her
brother
.
"
Well
,
Marry
,
why
do
n't
you
write
it
?
"
"
Oh
,
John
,
"
said
she
,
"
dear
John
,
pray
think
better
of
this
.
"
"
Think
better
of
what
?
"
said
he
.
"
Of
this
about
the
hospital
,
—
of
all
this
about
Mr.
Harding
,
—
of
what
you
say
about
those
old
men
.
Nothing
can
call
upon
you
,
—
no
duty
can
require
you
to
set
yourself
against
your
oldest
,
your
best
friend
.
Oh
,
John
,
think
of
Eleanor
;
you
'll
break
her
heart
and
your
own
.
"
"
Nonsense
,
Mary
;
Miss
Harding
's
heart
is
as
safe
as
yours
.
"
"
Pray
,
pray
,
for
my
sake
,
John
,
give
it
up
.
You
know
how
dearly
you
love
her
.
"
And
she
came
and
knelt
before
him
on
the
rug
.
"
Pray
give
it
up
.
You
are
going
to
make
yourself
,
and
her
,
and
her
father
miserable
:
you
are
going
to
make
us
all
miserable
.
And
for
what
?
For
a
dream
of
justice
.
You
will
never
make
those
twelve
men
happier
than
they
now
are
.
"
"
You
do
n't
understand
it
,
my
dear
girl
,
"
said
he
,
smoothing
her
hair
with
his
hand
.
"
I
do
understand
it
,
John
.
I
understand
that
this
is
a
chimera
—
a
dream
that
you
have
got
.
I
know
well
that
no
duty
can
require
you
to
do
this
mad
—
this
suicidal
thing
.
I
know
you
love
Eleanor
Harding
with
all
your
heart
,
and
I
tell
you
now
that
she
loves
you
as
well
.
If
there
was
a
plain
,
a
positive
duty
before
you
,
I
would
be
the
last
to
bid
you
neglect
it
for
any
woman
's
love
;
but
this
—
oh
,
think
again
,
before
you
do
anything
to
make
it
necessary
that
you
and
Mr.
Harding
should
be
at
variance
.
"
He
did
not
answer
,
as
she
knelt
there
,
leaning
on
his
knees
,
but
by
his
face
she
thought
that
he
was
inclined
to
yield
.
"
At
any
rate
let
me
say
that
you
will
go
to
this
party
.
At
any
rate
do
not
break
with
them
while
your
mind
is
in
doubt
.
"
And
she
got
up
,
hoping
to
conclude
her
note
in
the
way
she
desired
.
"
My
mind
is
not
in
doubt
,
"
at
last
he
said
,
rising
;
"
I
could
never
respect
myself
again
,
were
I
to
give
way
now
,
because
Eleanor
Harding
is
beautiful
.
I
do
love
her
:
I
would
give
a
hand
to
hear
her
tell
me
what
you
have
said
,
speaking
on
her
behalf
;
but
I
cannot
for
her
sake
go
back
from
the
task
which
I
have
commenced
.
I
hope
she
may
hereafter
acknowledge
and
respect
my
motives
,
but
I
cannot
now
go
as
a
guest
to
her
father
's
house
.
"
And
the
Barchester
Brutus
went
out
to
fortify
his
own
resolution
by
meditations
on
his
own
virtue
.
Poor
Mary
Bold
sat
down
,
and
sadly
finished
her
note
,
saying
that
she
would
herself
attend
the
party
,
but
that
her
brother
was
unavoidably
prevented
from
doing
so
.
I
fear
that
she
did
not
admire
as
she
should
have
done
the
self-devotion
of
his
singular
virtue
.
The
party
went
off
as
such
parties
do
:
there
were
fat
old
ladies
,
in
fine
silk
dresses
,
and
slim
young
ladies
,
in
gauzy
muslin
frocks
;
old
gentlemen
stood
up
with
their
backs
to
the
empty
fire-place
,
looking
by
no
means
so
comfortable
as
they
would
have
done
in
their
own
armchairs
at
home
;
and
young
gentlemen
,
rather
stiff
about
the
neck
,
clustered
near
the
door
,
not
as
yet
sufficiently
in
courage
to
attack
the
muslin
frocks
,
who
awaited
the
battle
,
drawn
up
in
a
semicircular
array
.
The
warden
endeavoured
to
induce
a
charge
,
but
failed
signally
,
not
having
the
tact
of
a
general
:
his
daughter
did
what
she
could
to
comfort
the
forces
under
her
command
,
who
took
in
refreshing
rations
of
cake
and
tea
,
and
patiently
looked
for
the
coming
engagement
:
but
she
herself
,
Eleanor
,
had
no
spirit
for
the
work
;
the
only
enemy
whose
lance
she
cared
to
encounter
was
not
there
,
and
she
and
others
were
somewhat
dull
.
Loud
above
all
voices
was
heard
the
clear
sonorous
tones
of
the
archdeacon
as
he
dilated
to
brother
parsons
of
the
danger
of
the
church
,
of
the
fearful
rumours
of
mad
reforms
even
at
Oxford
,
and
of
the
damnable
heresies
of
Dr.
Whiston
.
Soon
,
however
,
sweeter
sounds
began
timidly
to
make
themselves
audible
.
Little
movements
were
made
in
a
quarter
,
notable
for
round
stools
and
music
stands
.
Wax
candles
were
arranged
in
sconces
,
big
books
were
brought
from
hidden
recesses
,
and
the
work
of
the
evening
commenced
.
How
often
were
those
pegs
twisted
and
retwisted
before
our
friend
found
that
he
had
twisted
them
enough
;
how
many
discordant
scrapes
gave
promise
of
the
coming
harmony
!
How
much
the
muslin
fluttered
and
crumpled
before
Eleanor
and
another
nymph
were
duly
seated
at
the
piano
;
how
closely
did
that
tall
Apollo
pack
himself
against
the
wall
,
with
his
flute
,
long
as
himself
,
extending
high
over
the
heads
of
his
pretty
neighbours
;
into
how
small
a
corner
crept
that
round
and
florid
little
minor
canon
,
and
there
with
skill
amazing
found
room
to
tune
his
accustomed
fiddle
!
And
now
the
crash
begins
:
away
they
go
in
full
flow
of
harmony
together
—
up
hill
and
down
dale
—
now
louder
and
louder
,
then
lower
and
lower
:
now
loud
,
as
though
stirring
the
battle
;
then
low
,
as
though
mourning
the
slain
.
In
all
,
through
all
,
and
above
all
,
is
heard
the
violoncello
.
Ah
,
not
for
nothing
were
those
pegs
so
twisted
and
retwisted
—
listen
,
listen
!
Now
alone
that
saddest
of
instruments
tells
its
touching
tale
.
Silent
,
and
in
awe
,
stand
fiddle
,
flute
,
and
piano
,
to
hear
the
sorrows
of
their
wailing
brother
.
'
Tis
but
for
a
moment
:
before
the
melancholy
of
those
low
notes
has
been
fully
realised
,
again
comes
the
full
force
of
all
the
band
—
down
go
the
pedals
,
away
rush
twenty
fingers
scouring
over
the
bass
notes
with
all
the
impetus
of
passion
.
Apollo
blows
till
his
stiff
neckcloth
is
no
better
than
a
rope
,
and
the
minor
canon
works
both
arms
till
he
falls
in
a
syncope
of
exhaustion
against
the
wall
.
How
comes
it
that
now
,
when
all
should
be
silent
,
when
courtesy
,
if
not
taste
,
should
make
men
listen
,
—
how
is
it
at
this
moment
the
black-coated
corps
leave
their
retreat
and
begin
skirmishing
?
One
by
one
they
creep
forth
,
and
fire
off
little
guns
timidly
,
and
without
precision
.
Ah
,
my
men
,
efforts
such
as
these
will
take
no
cities
,
even
though
the
enemy
should
be
never
so
open
to
assault
.
At
length
a
more
deadly
artillery
is
brought
to
bear
;
slowly
,
but
with
effect
,
the
advance
is
made
;
the
muslin
ranks
are
broken
,
and
fall
into
confusion
;
the
formidable
array
of
chairs
gives
way
;
the
battle
is
no
longer
between
opposing
regiments
,
but
hand
to
hand
,
and
foot
to
foot
with
single
combatants
,
as
in
the
glorious
days
of
old
,
when
fighting
was
really
noble
.
In
corners
,
and
under
the
shadow
of
curtains
,
behind
sofas
and
half
hidden
by
doors
,
in
retiring
windows
,
and
sheltered
by
hanging
tapestry
,
are
blows
given
and
returned
,
fatal
,
incurable
,
dealing
death
.
Apart
from
this
another
combat
arises
,
more
sober
and
more
serious
.
The
archdeacon
is
engaged
against
two
prebendaries
,
a
pursy
full-blown
rector
assisting
him
,
in
all
the
perils
and
all
the
enjoyments
of
short
whist
.
With
solemn
energy
do
they
watch
the
shuffled
pack
,
and
,
all-expectant
,
eye
the
coming
trump
.
With
what
anxious
nicety
do
they
arrange
their
cards
,
jealous
of
each
other
's
eyes
!
Why
is
that
lean
doctor
so
slow
—
cadaverous
man
with
hollow
jaw
and
sunken
eye
,
ill
beseeming
the
richness
of
his
mother
church
!
Ah
,
why
so
slow
,
thou
meagre
doctor
?
See
how
the
archdeacon
,
speechless
in
his
agony
,
deposits
on
the
board
his
cards
,
and
looks
to
heaven
or
to
the
ceiling
for
support
.
Hark
,
how
he
sighs
,
as
with
thumbs
in
his
waistcoat
pocket
he
seems
to
signify
that
the
end
of
such
torment
is
not
yet
even
nigh
at
hand
!
Vain
is
the
hope
,
if
hope
there
be
,
to
disturb
that
meagre
doctor
.
With
care
precise
he
places
every
card
,
weighs
well
the
value
of
each
mighty
ace
,
each
guarded
king
,
and
comfort-giving
queen
;
speculates
on
knave
and
ten
,
counts
all
his
suits
,
and
sets
his
price
upon
the
whole
.
At
length
a
card
is
led
,
and
quick
three
others
fall
upon
the
board
.
The
little
doctor
leads
again
,
while
with
lustrous
eye
his
partner
absorbs
the
trick
.
Now
thrice
has
this
been
done
—
thrice
has
constant
fortune
favoured
the
brace
of
prebendaries
,
ere
the
archdeacon
rouses
himself
to
the
battle
:
but
at
the
fourth
assault
he
pins
to
the
earth
a
prostrate
king
,
laying
low
his
crown
and
sceptre
,
bushy
beard
,
and
lowering
brow
,
with
a
poor
deuce
.
"
As
David
did
Goliath
,
"
says
the
archdeacon
,
pushing
over
the
four
cards
to
his
partner
.
And
then
a
trump
is
led
,
then
another
trump
;
then
a
king
—
and
then
an
ace
—
and
then
a
long
ten
,
which
brings
down
from
the
meagre
doctor
his
only
remaining
tower
of
strength
—
his
cherished
queen
of
trumps
.
"
What
,
no
second
club
?
"
says
the
archdeacon
to
his
partner
.
"
Only
one
club
,
"
mutters
from
his
inmost
stomach
the
pursy
rector
,
who
sits
there
red-faced
,
silent
,
impervious
,
careful
,
a
safe
but
not
a
brilliant
ally
.
But
the
archdeacon
cares
not
for
many
clubs
,
or
for
none
.
He
dashes
out
his
remaining
cards
with
a
speed
most
annoying
to
his
antagonists
,
pushes
over
to
them
some
four
cards
as
their
allotted
portion
,
shoves
the
remainder
across
the
table
to
the
red-faced
rector
:
calls
out
"
two
by
cards
and
two
by
honours
,
and
the
odd
trick
last
time
,
"
marks
a
treble
under
the
candle-stick
,
and
has
dealt
round
the
second
pack
before
the
meagre
doctor
has
calculated
his
losses
.
And
so
went
off
the
warden
's
party
,
and
men
and
women
arranging
shawls
and
shoes
declared
how
pleasant
it
had
been
;
and
Mrs.
Goodenough
,
the
red-faced
rector
's
wife
,
pressing
the
warden
's
hand
,
declared
she
had
never
enjoyed
herself
better
;
which
showed
how
little
pleasure
she
allowed
herself
in
this
world
,
as
she
had
sat
the
whole
evening
through
in
the
same
chair
without
occupation
,
not
speaking
,
and
unspoken
to
.
And
Matilda
Johnson
,
when
she
allowed
young
Dickson
of
the
bank
to
fasten
her
cloak
round
her
neck
,
thought
that
two
hundred
pounds
a
year
and
a
little
cottage
would
really
do
for
happiness
;
besides
he
was
sure
to
be
manager
some
day
.
And
Apollo
folding
his
flute
into
his
pocket
,
felt
that
he
had
acquitted
himself
with
honour
;
and
the
archdeacon
pleasantly
gingled
his
gains
;
but
the
meagre
doctor
went
off
without
much
audible
speech
,
muttering
ever
and
anon
as
he
went
"
three
and
thirty
points
,
"
"
three
and
thirty
points
!
"
And
so
they
all
were
gone
,
and
Mr.
Harding
was
left
alone
with
his
daughter
.
What
had
passed
between
Eleanor
Harding
and
Mary
Bold
need
not
be
told
.
It
is
indeed
a
matter
of
thankfulness
that
neither
the
historian
nor
the
novelist
hears
all
that
is
said
by
their
heroes
or
heroines
,
or
how
would
three
volumes
or
twenty
suffice
!
In
the
present
case
so
little
of
this
sort
have
I
overheard
,
that
I
live
in
hopes
of
finishing
my
work
within
300
pages
,
and
of
completing
that
pleasant
task
—
a
novel
in
one
volume
;
but
something
had
passed
between
them
,
and
as
the
warden
blew
out
the
wax
candles
,
and
put
his
instrument
into
its
case
,
his
daughter
stood
sad
and
thoughtful
by
the
empty
fireplace
,
determined
to
speak
to
her
father
,
but
irresolute
as
to
what
she
would
say
.
"
Well
,
Eleanor
,
"
said
he
,
"
are
you
for
bed
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
she
,
moving
,
"
I
suppose
so
;
but
,
papa
—
Mr.
Bold
was
not
here
to-night
:
do
you
know
why
not
?
"
"
He
was
asked
;
I
wrote
to
him
myself
,
"
said
the
warden
.
"
But
do
you
know
why
he
did
not
come
,
papa
?
"
"
Well
,
Eleanor
,
I
could
guess
;
but
it
's
no
use
guessing
at
such
things
,
my
dear
.
What
makes
you
look
so
earnest
about
it
?
"
"
Oh
papa
,
do
tell
me
,
"
she
exclaimed
,
throwing
her
arms
round
him
,
and
looking
into
his
face
;
"
what
is
it
he
is
going
to
do
?
What
is
it
all
about
?
Is
there
any
—
any
—
any
—
"
she
did
n't
well
know
what
word
to
use
—
"
any
danger
?
"
"
Danger
,
my
dear
,
what
sort
of
danger
?
"
"
Danger
to
you
,
danger
of
trouble
,
and
of
loss
,
and
of
—
Oh
papa
,
why
hav'
n't
you
told
me
of
all
this
before
?
"
Mr.
Harding
was
not
the
man
to
judge
harshly
of
any
one
,
much
less
of
the
daughter
whom
he
now
loved
better
than
any
living
creature
;
but
still
he
did
judge
her
wrongly
at
this
moment
.
He
knew
that
she
loved
John
Bold
;
he
fully
sympathised
in
her
affection
;
day
after
day
he
thought
more
of
the
matter
,
and
,
with
the
tender
care
of
a
loving
father
,
tried
to
arrange
in
his
own
mind
how
matters
might
be
so
managed
that
his
daughter
's
heart
should
not
be
made
the
sacrifice
to
the
dispute
which
was
likely
to
exist
between
him
and
Bold
.
Now
,
when
she
spoke
to
him
for
the
first
time
on
the
subject
,
it
was
natural
that
he
should
think
more
of
her
than
of
himself
,
and
that
he
should
imagine
that
her
own
cares
,
and
not
his
,
were
troubling
her
.
He
stood
silent
before
her
awhile
,
as
she
gazed
up
into
his
face
,
and
then
kissing
her
forehead
he
placed
her
on
the
sofa
.
"
Tell
me
,
Nelly
,
"
he
said
(
he
only
called
her
Nelly
in
his
kindest
,
softest
,
sweetest
moods
,
and
yet
all
his
moods
were
kind
and
sweet
)
,
"
tell
me
,
Nelly
,
do
you
like
Mr.
Bold
—
much
?
"
She
was
quite
taken
aback
by
the
question
.
I
will
not
say
that
she
had
forgotten
herself
,
and
her
own
love
in
thinking
about
John
Bold
,
and
while
conversing
with
Mary
:
she
certainly
had
not
done
so
.
She
had
been
sick
at
heart
to
think
,
that
a
man
of
whom
she
could
not
but
own
to
herself
that
she
loved
him
,
of
whose
regard
she
had
been
so
proud
,
that
such
a
man
should
turn
against
her
father
to
ruin
him
.
She
had
felt
her
vanity
hurt
,
that
his
affection
for
her
had
not
kept
him
from
such
a
course
;
had
he
really
cared
for
her
,
he
would
not
have
risked
her
love
by
such
an
outrage
;
but
her
main
fear
had
been
for
her
father
,
and
when
she
spoke
of
danger
,
it
was
of
danger
to
him
and
not
to
herself
.
She
was
taken
aback
by
the
question
altogether
:
"
Do
I
like
him
,
papa
?
"
"
Yes
,
Nelly
,
do
you
like
him
?
Why
should
n't
you
like
him
;
but
that
's
a
poor
word
—
do
you
love
him
?
"
She
sat
still
in
his
arms
without
answering
him
.
She
certainly
had
not
prepared
herself
for
an
avowal
of
affection
,
intending
,
as
she
had
done
,
to
abuse
John
Bold
herself
,
and
to
hear
her
father
do
so
also
.
"
Come
,
my
love
,
"
said
he
,
"
let
us
make
a
clean
breast
of
it
:
do
you
tell
me
what
concerns
yourself
,
and
I
will
tell
you
what
concerns
me
and
the
hospital
.
"
And
then
,
without
waiting
for
an
answer
,
he
described
to
her
,
as
he
best
could
,
the
accusation
that
was
made
about
Hiram
's
will
,
the
clains
which
the
old
men
put
forward
;
what
he
considered
the
strength
and
what
the
weakness
of
his
own
position
;
the
course
which
Bold
had
taken
,
and
that
which
he
presumed
he
was
about
to
take
;
and
then
by
degrees
,
without
further
question
,
he
presumed
on
the
fact
of
Eleanor
's
love
,
and
spoke
of
that
love
as
a
feeling
which
he
could
in
no
way
disapprove
:
he
apologised
for
Bold
,
excused
what
he
was
doing
;
nay
praised
him
for
his
energy
and
intentions
:
made
much
of
his
good
qualities
,
and
harped
on
none
of
his
foibles
;
then
,
reminding
his
daughter
how
late
it
was
,
and
comforting
her
with
much
assurance
which
he
hardly
felt
himself
,
he
sent
her
to
her
room
,
with
flowing
eyes
and
a
full
heart
.
When
Mr.
Harding
met
his
daughter
at
breakfast
the
next
morning
,
there
was
no
further
discussion
on
the
matter
,
nor
was
the
subject
mentioned
between
them
for
some
days
.
Soon
after
the
party
Mary
Bold
called
at
the
hospital
,
but
there
were
various
persons
in
the
drawing-room
at
the
time
,
and
she
therefore
said
nothing
about
her
brother
.
On
the
day
following
,
John
Bold
met
Miss
Harding
in
one
of
the
quiet
sombre
shaded
walks
of
the
close
:
he
was
most
anxious
to
see
her
,
but
unwilling
to
call
at
the
warden
's
house
,
and
had
in
truth
waylaid
her
in
her
private
haunts
.
"
My
sister
tells
me
,
"
said
he
,
abruptly
hurrying
on
with
his
premeditated
speech
,
"
my
sister
tells
me
that
you
had
a
delightful
party
the
other
evening
.
I
was
so
sorry
I
could
not
be
there
.
"
"
We
were
all
sorry
,
"
said
Eleanor
,
with
dignified
composure
.
"
I
believe
,
Miss
Harding
,
you
understood
why
,
at
this
moment
—
"
And
Bold
hesitated
,
muttered
,
stopped
,
commenced
his
explanation
again
,
and
again
broke
down
.
Eleanor
would
not
help
him
in
the
least
.
"
I
think
my
sister
explained
to
you
,
Miss
Harding
?
"
"
Pray
do
n't
apologise
,
Mr.
Bold
;
my
father
will
,
I
am
sure
,
always
be
glad
to
see
you
,
if
you
like
to
come
to
the
house
now
as
formerly
;
nothing
has
occurred
to
alter
his
feelings
;
of
your
own
views
you
are
,
of
course
,
the
best
judge
.
"
"
Your
father
is
all
that
is
kind
and
generous
;
he
always
was
so
,
but
you
,
Miss
Harding
,
yourself
—
I
hope
you
will
not
judge
me
harshly
,
because
—
"
"
Mr.
Bold
,
"
said
she
,
"
you
may
be
sure
of
one
thing
;
I
shall
always
judge
my
father
to
be
right
,
and
those
who
oppose
him
I
shall
judge
to
be
wrong
.
If
those
who
do
not
know
him
oppose
him
,
I
shall
have
charity
enough
to
believe
that
they
are
wrong
,
through
error
of
judgment
;
but
should
I
see
him
attacked
by
those
who
ought
to
know
him
,
and
to
love
him
,
and
revere
him
,
of
such
I
shall
be
constrained
to
form
a
different
opinion
.
"
And
then
curtseying
low
she
sailed
on
,
leaving
her
lover
in
anything
but
a
happy
state
of
mind
.
CHAP
.
VII
.
THE
JUPITER
.
Though
Eleanor
Harding
rode
off
from
John
Bold
on
a
high
horse
,
it
must
not
be
supposed
that
her
heart
was
so
elate
as
her
demeanour
.
In
the
first
place
,
she
had
a
natural
repugnance
to
losing
her
lover
;
and
in
the
next
,
she
was
not
quite
so
sure
that
she
was
in
the
right
as
she
pretended
to
be
.
Her
father
had
told
her
,
and
that
now
repeatedly
,
that
Bold
was
doing
nothing
unjust
or
ungenerous
,
and
why
then
should
she
rebuke
him
,
and
throw
him
off
,
when
she
felt
herself
so
ill
able
to
bear
his
loss
?
—
but
such
is
human
nature
,
and
young-lady-nature
especially
.
As
she
walked
off
from
him
beneath
the
shady
elms
of
the
close
,
her
look
,
her
tone
,
every
motion
and
gesture
of
her
body
,
belied
her
heart
;
she
would
have
given
the
world
to
have
taken
him
by
the
hand
,
to
have
reasoned
with
him
,
persuaded
him
,
cajoled
him
,
coaxed
him
out
of
his
project
;
to
have
overcome
him
with
all
her
female
artillery
,
and
to
have
redeemed
her
father
at
the
cost
of
herself
;
but
pride
would
not
let
her
do
this
,
and
she
left
him
without
a
look
of
love
or
a
word
of
kindness
.
Had
Bold
been
judging
of
another
lover
and
of
another
lady
he
might
have
understood
all
this
as
well
as
we
do
;
but
in
matters
of
love
men
do
not
see
clearly
in
their
own
affairs
.
They
say
that
faint
heart
never
won
fair
lady
;
and
it
is
amazing
to
me
how
fair
ladies
are
won
,
so
faint
are
often
men
's
hearts
!
Were
it
not
for
the
kindness
of
their
nature
,
that
seeing
the
weakness
of
our
courage
they
will
occasionally
descend
from
their
impregnable
fortresses
,
and
themselves
aid
us
in
effecting
their
own
defeat
,
too
often
would
they
escape
unconquered
if
not
unscathed
,
and
free
of
body
if
not
of
heart
.
Poor
Bold
crept
off
quite
crest-fallen
;
he
felt
that
as
regarded
Eleanor
Harding
his
fate
was
sealed
,
unless
he
could
consent
to
give
up
a
task
to
which
he
had
pledged
himself
,
and
which
indeed
it
would
not
be
easy
for
him
to
give
up
.
Lawyers
were
engaged
,
and
the
question
had
to
a
certain
extent
been
taken
up
by
the
public
;
besides
,
how
could
a
high-spirited
girl
like
Eleanor
Harding
really
learn
to
love
a
man
for
neglecting
a
duty
which
he
assumed
!
Could
she
allow
her
affection
to
be
purchased
at
the
cost
of
his
own
self-respect
?
As
regarded
the
issue
of
his
attempt
at
reformation
in
the
hospital
,
Bold
had
no
reason
hitherto
to
be
discontented
with
his
success
.
All
Barchester
was
by
the
ears
about
it
.
The
bishop
,
the
archdeacon
,
the
warden
,
the
steward
,
and
several
other
clerical
allies
,
had
daily
meetings
,
discussing
their
tactics
,
and
preparing
for
the
great
attack
.
Sir
Abraham
Haphazard
had
been
consulted
,
but
his
opinion
was
not
yet
received
:
copies
of
Hiram
's
will
,
copies
of
warden
's
journals
,
copies
of
leases
,
copies
of
accounts
,
copies
of
everything
that
could
be
copied
,
and
of
some
that
could
not
,
had
been
sent
to
him
;
and
the
case
was
assuming
most
creditable
dimensions
.
But
above
all
,
it
had
been
mentioned
in
the
daily
Jupiter
.
That
all
powerful
organ
of
the
press
in
one
of
its
leading
thunderbolts
launched
at
St.
Cross
,
had
thus
remarked
:
'
Another
case
,
of
smaller
dimensions
indeed
,
but
of
similar
import
,
is
now
likely
to
come
under
public
notice
.
We
are
informed
that
the
warden
or
master
of
an
old
almshouse
attached
to
Barchester
Cathedral
is
in
receipt
of
twenty-five
times
the
annual
income
appointed
for
him
by
the
will
of
the
founder
,
while
the
sum
yearly
expended
on
the
absolute
purposes
of
the
charity
has
always
remained
fixed
.
In
other
words
,
the
legatees
under
the
founder
's
will
have
received
no
advantage
from
the
increase
in
the
value
of
the
property
during
the
last
four
centuries
,
such
increase
having
been
absorbed
by
the
so-called
warden
.
It
is
impossible
to
conceive
a
case
of
greater
injustice
.
It
is
no
answer
to
say
that
some
six
or
nine
or
twelve
old
men
receive
as
much
of
the
goods
of
this
world
as
such
old
men
require
.
On
what
foundation
,
moral
or
divine
,
traditional
or
legal
,
is
grounded
the
warden
's
claim
to
the
large
income
he
receives
for
doing
nothing
?
The
contentment
of
these
almsmen
,
if
content
they
be
,
can
give
him
no
title
to
this
wealth
!
Does
he
ever
ask
himself
,
when
he
stretches
wide
his
clerical
palm
to
receive
the
pay
of
some
dozen
of
the
working
clergy
,
for
what
service
he
is
so
remunerated
?
Does
his
conscience
ever
entertain
the
question
of
his
right
to
such
subsidies
?
Or
is
it
possible
that
the
subject
never
so
presents
itself
to
his
mind
;
that
he
has
received
for
many
years
,
and
intends
,
should
God
spare
him
,
to
receive
for
years
to
come
,
these
fruits
of
the
industrious
piety
of
past
ages
,
indifferent
as
to
any
right
on
his
own
part
,
or
of
any
injustice
to
others
!
We
must
express
an
opinion
that
nowhere
but
in
the
Church
of
England
,
and
only
there
among
its
priests
,
could
such
a
state
of
moral
indifference
be
found
.
'
I
must
for
the
present
leave
my
readers
to
imagine
the
state
of
Mr.
Harding
's
mind
after
reading
the
above
article
.
They
say
that
forty
thousand
copies
of
the
Jupiter
are
daily
sold
,
and
that
each
copy
is
read
by
five
persons
at
the
least
.
Two
hundred
thousand
readers
then
would
hear
this
accusation
against
him
;
two
hundred
thousand
hearts
would
swell
with
indignation
at
the
griping
injustice
,
the
bare-faced
robbery
of
the
warden
of
Barchester
Hospital
!
And
how
was
he
to
answer
this
?
How
was
he
to
open
his
inmost
heart
to
this
multitude
,
to
these
thousands
,
the
educated
,
the
polished
,
the
picked
men
of
his
own
country
;
how
show
them
that
he
was
no
robber
,
no
avaricious
lazy
priest
scrambling
for
gold
,
but
a
retiring
humble-spirited
man
who
had
innocently
taken
what
had
innocently
been
offered
to
him
?
"
Write
to
the
Jupiter
,
"
suggested
the
bishop
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
the
archdeacon
,
more
worldly
wise
than
his
father
,
"
yes
,
and
be
smothered
with
ridicule
;
tossed
over
and
over
again
with
scorn
;
shaken
this
way
and
that
,
as
a
rat
in
the
mouth
of
a
practised
terrier
.
You
will
leave
out
some
word
or
letter
in
your
answer
,
and
the
ignorance
of
the
cathedral
clergy
will
be
harped
upon
;
you
will
make
some
small
mistake
,
which
will
be
a
falsehood
,
or
some
admission
,
which
will
be
self-condemnation
;
you
will
find
yourself
to
have
been
vulgar
,
ill-tempered
,
irreverend
,
and
illiterate
,
and
the
chances
are
ten
to
one
,
but
that
being
a
clergyman
you
will
have
been
guilty
of
blasphemy
!
A
man
may
have
the
best
of
causes
,
the
best
of
talents
,
and
the
best
of
tempers
;
he
may
write
as
well
as
Addison
,
or
as
strongly
as
Junius
;
but
even
with
all
this
he
cannot
successfully
answer
,
when
attacked
by
the
Jupiter
.
In
such
matters
it
is
omnipotent
.
What
the
Czar
is
in
Russia
,
or
the
mob
in
America
,
that
the
Jupiter
is
in
England
.
Answer
such
an
article
!
No
,
warden
;
whatever
you
do
,
do
n't
do
that
.
We
were
to
look
for
this
sort
of
thing
you
know
;
but
we
need
not
draw
down
on
our
heads
more
of
it
than
is
necessary
.
"
The
article
in
the
Jupiter
,
while
it
so
greatly
harassed
our
poor
warden
,
was
an
immense
triumph
to
some
of
the
opposite
party
.
Sorry
as
Bold
was
to
see
Mr.
Harding
attacked
so
personally
,
it
still
gave
him
a
feeling
of
elation
to
find
his
cause
taken
up
by
so
powerful
an
advocate
:
and
as
to
Finney
,
the
attorney
,
he
was
beside
himself
.
What
!
to
be
engaged
in
the
same
cause
and
on
the
same
side
with
the
Jupiter
;
to
have
the
views
he
had
recommended
seconded
,
and
furthered
,
and
battled
for
by
the
Jupiter
!
Perhaps
to
have
his
own
name
mentioned
as
that
of
the
learned
gentleman
whose
efforts
had
been
so
successful
on
behalf
of
the
poor
of
Barchester
!
He
might
be
examined
before
committees
of
the
House
of
Commons
,
with
heaven
knows
how
much
a
day
for
his
personal
expenses
—
he
might
be
engaged
for
years
on
such
a
suit
!
There
was
no
end
to
the
glorious
golden
dreams
which
this
leader
in
the
Jupiter
produced
in
the
soaring
mind
of
Finney
.
And
the
old
bedesmen
,
they
also
heard
of
this
article
,
and
had
a
glimmering
,
indistinct
idea
of
the
marvellous
advocate
which
had
now
taken
up
their
cause
.
Abel
Handy
limped
hither
and
thither
through
the
rooms
,
repeating
all
that
he
understood
to
have
been
printed
,
with
some
additions
of
his
own
which
he
thought
should
have
been
added
.
He
told
them
how
the
Jupiter
had
declared
that
their
warden
was
no
better
than
a
robber
,
and
that
what
the
Jupiter
said
was
acknowledged
by
the
world
to
be
true
.
How
the
Jupiter
had
affirmed
that
each
one
of
them
—
"
each
one
of
us
,
Jonathan
Crumple
,
think
of
that
,
"
—
had
a
clear
right
to
a
hundred
a
year
;
and
that
if
the
Jupiter
had
said
so
,
it
was
better
than
a
decision
of
the
Lord
Chancellor
;
and
then
he
carried
about
the
paper
,
supplied
by
Mr.
Finney
,
which
,
though
none
of
them
could
read
it
,
still
afforded
in
its
very
touch
and
aspect
positive
corroboration
of
what
was
told
them
,
and
Jonathan
Crumple
pondered
deeply
over
his
returning
wealth
;
and
Job
Skulpit
saw
how
right
he
had
been
in
signing
the
petition
,
and
said
so
many
scores
of
times
;
and
Spriggs
leered
fearfully
with
his
one
eye
;
and
Moody
,
as
he
more
nearly
approached
the
coming
golden
age
,
hated
more
deeply
than
ever
those
who
still
kept
possession
of
what
he
so
coveted
.
Even
Billy
Gazy
and
poor
bedridden
Bell
became
active
and
uneasy
,
and
the
great
Bunce
stood
apart
with
lowering
brow
,
with
deep
grief
seated
in
his
heart
,
for
he
perceived
that
evil
days
were
coming
.
It
had
been
decided
,
the
archdeacon
advising
,
that
no
remonstrance
,
explanation
,
or
defence
should
be
addressed
from
the
Barchester
conclave
to
the
Editor
of
the
Jupiter
,
but
hitherto
that
was
the
only
decision
to
which
they
had
come
.
Sir
Abraham
Haphazard
was
deeply
engaged
in
preparing
a
bill
for
the
mortification
of
papists
,
to
be
called
the
"
Convent
Custody
Bill
,
"
the
purport
of
which
was
to
enable
any
protestant
clergyman
over
fifty
years
of
age
to
search
any
nun
whom
he
suspected
of
being
in
possession
of
treasonable
papers
,
or
jesuitical
symbols
:
and
as
there
were
to
be
a
hundred
and
thirty-seven
clauses
in
the
bill
,
each
clause
containing
a
separate
thorn
for
the
side
of
the
papist
,
and
as
it
was
known
the
bill
would
be
fought
inch
by
inch
,
by
fifty
maddened
Irishmen
,
the
due
construction
and
adequate
dovetailing
of
it
did
consume
much
of
Sir
Abraham
's
time
.
The
bill
had
all
its
desired
effect
.
Of
course
it
never
passed
into
law
;
but
it
so
completely
divided
the
ranks
of
the
Irish
members
,
who
had
bound
themselves
together
to
force
on
the
ministry
a
bill
for
compelling
all
men
to
drink
Irish
whisky
,
and
all
women
to
wear
Irish
poplins
,
that
for
the
remainder
of
the
session
the
Great
Poplin
and
Whisky
League
was
utterly
harmless
.
Thus
it
happened
that
Sir
Abraham
's
opinion
was
not
at
once
forthcoming
,
and
the
uncertainty
,
the
expectation
,
and
suffering
of
the
folk
of
Barchester
was
maintained
at
a
high
pitch
.
CHAP
.
VIII
.
PLUMSTEAD
EPISCOPI
.
The
reader
must
now
be
requested
to
visit
the
rectory
of
Plumstead
Episcopi
;
and
as
it
is
as
yet
still
early
morning
,
to
ascend
again
with
us
into
the
bedroom
of
the
archdeacon
.
The
mistress
of
the
mansion
was
at
her
toilet
;
on
which
we
will
not
dwell
with
profane
eyes
,
but
proceed
into
a
small
inner
room
,
where
the
doctor
dressed
and
kept
his
boots
and
sermons
;
and
here
we
will
take
our
stand
premising
that
the
door
of
the
room
was
so
open
as
to
admit
of
a
conversation
between
our
reverend
Adam
and
his
valued
Eve
.
"
It
's
all
your
own
fault
,
archdeacon
,
"
said
the
latter
;
"
I
told
you
from
the
beginning
how
it
would
end
,
and
papa
has
no
one
to
thank
but
you
.
"
"
Good
gracious
,
my
dear
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
appearing
at
the
door
of
his
dressing-room
,
with
his
face
and
head
enveloped
in
the
rough
towel
which
he
was
violently
using
;
"
how
can
you
say
so
?
I
am
doing
my
very
best
.
"
"
I
wish
you
had
never
done
so
much
,
"
said
the
lady
,
interrupting
him
;
"
if
you
'd
just
have
let
John
Bold
come
and
go
there
,
as
he
and
papa
liked
,
he
and
Eleanor
would
have
been
married
by
this
time
,
and
we
should
not
have
heard
one
word
about
all
this
affair
.
"
"
But
,
my
dear
—
"
"
Oh
,
it
's
all
very
well
,
archdeacon
,
and
of
course
you
're
right
;
I
do
n't
for
a
moment
think
you
'll
ever
admit
that
you
could
be
wrong
;
but
the
fact
is
,
you
've
brought
this
young
man
down
upon
papa
by
huffing
him
as
you
have
done
.
"
"
But
,
my
love
—
"
"
And
all
because
you
did
n't
like
John
Bold
for
a
brother-in-law
.
How
is
she
ever
to
do
better
?
papa
has
n't
got
a
shilling
;
and
though
Eleanor
is
well
enough
,
she
has
not
at
all
a
taking
style
of
beauty
.
I
'm
sure
I
do
n't
know
how
she
's
to
do
better
than
marry
John
Bold
,
or
as
well
indeed
,
"
added
the
anxious
sister
,
giving
the
last
twist
to
her
last
shoestring
.
Dr.
Grantly
felt
keenly
the
injustice
of
this
attack
;
but
what
could
he
say
?
He
certainly
had
huffed
John
Bold
;
he
certainly
had
objected
to
him
as
a
brother-in-law
,
and
a
very
few
months
ago
the
very
idea
had
excited
his
wrath
:
but
now
matters
were
changed
;
John
Bold
had
shown
his
power
,
and
,
though
he
was
as
odious
as
ever
to
the
archdeacon
,
power
is
always
respected
,
and
the
reverend
dignitary
began
to
think
that
such
an
alliance
might
not
have
been
imprudent
.
Nevertheless
,
his
motto
was
still
"
no
surrender
;
"
he
would
still
fight
it
out
;
he
still
believed
confidently
in
Oxford
,
in
the
bench
of
bishops
,
in
Sir
Abraham
Haphazard
,
and
in
himself
;
and
it
was
only
when
alone
with
his
wife
that
doubts
of
defeat
ever
beset
him
.
He
once
more
tried
to
communicate
this
confidence
to
Mrs.
Grantly
,
and
for
the
twentieth
time
began
to
tell
her
of
Sir
Abraham
.
"
Oh
,
Sir
Abraham
!
"
said
she
,
collecting
all
her
house
keys
into
her
basket
before
she
descended
;
"
Sir
Abraham
wo
n't
get
Eleanor
a
husband
;
Sir
Abraham
wo
n't
get
papa
another
income
when
he
has
been
worreted
out
of
the
hospital
.
Mark
what
I
tell
you
,
archdeacon
:
while
you
and
Sir
Abraham
are
fighting
,
papa
will
lose
his
preferment
;
and
what
will
you
do
then
with
him
and
Eleanor
on
your
hands
?
besides
,
who
's
to
pay
Sir
Abraham
?
I
suppose
he
wo
n't
take
the
case
up
for
nothing
?
"
And
so
the
lady
descended
to
family
worship
among
her
children
and
servants
,
the
pattern
of
a
good
and
prudent
wife
.
Dr.
Grantly
was
blessed
with
a
happy
,
thriving
family
.
There
were
,
first
,
three
boys
,
now
at
home
from
school
for
the
holidays
.
They
were
called
,
respectively
,
Charles
James
,
Henry
,
and
Samuel
.
The
two
younger
(
there
were
five
in
all
)
were
girls
;
the
elder
,
Florinda
,
bore
the
name
of
the
Archbishop
of
York
's
wife
,
whose
godchild
she
was
;
and
the
younger
had
been
christened
Grizzel
,
after
a
sister
of
the
Archbishop
of
Canterbury
.
The
boys
were
all
clever
,
and
gave
good
promise
of
being
well
able
to
meet
the
cares
and
trials
of
the
world
;
and
yet
they
were
not
alike
in
their
dispositions
,
and
each
had
his
individual
character
,
and
each
his
separate
admirers
among
the
doctor
's
friends
.
Charles
James
was
an
exact
and
careful
boy
;
he
never
committed
himself
;
he
well
knew
how
much
was
expected
from
the
eldest
son
of
the
Archdeacon
of
Barchester
,
and
was
therefore
mindful
not
to
mix
too
freely
with
other
boys
.
He
had
not
the
great
talents
of
his
younger
brothers
,
but
he
exceeded
them
in
judgment
and
propriety
of
demeanour
;
his
fault
,
if
he
had
one
,
was
an
over-attention
to
words
instead
of
things
;
there
was
a
thought
too
much
finesse
about
him
,
and
,
as
even
his
father
sometimes
told
him
,
he
was
too
fond
of
a
compromise
.
The
second
was
the
archdeacon
's
favourite
son
,
and
Henry
was
indeed
a
brilliant
boy
.
The
versatility
of
his
genius
was
surprising
,
and
the
visitors
at
Plumstead
Episcopi
were
often
amazed
at
the
marvellous
manner
in
which
he
would
,
when
called
on
,
adapt
his
capacity
to
apparently
most
uncongenial
pursuits
.
He
appeared
once
before
a
large
circle
as
Luther
the
reformer
,
and
delighted
them
with
the
perfect
manner
in
which
he
assumed
the
character
;
and
within
three
days
he
again
astonished
them
by
acting
the
part
of
a
Capuchin
friar
to
the
very
life
.
For
this
last
exploit
his
father
gave
him
a
golden
guinea
,
and
his
brothers
said
the
reward
had
been
promised
beforehand
in
the
event
of
the
performance
being
successful
.
He
was
also
sent
on
a
tour
into
Devonshire
;
a
treat
which
the
lad
was
most
anxious
of
enjoying
.
His
father
's
friends
there
,
however
,
did
not
appreciate
his
talents
,
and
sad
accounts
were
sent
home
of
the
perversity
of
his
nature
.
He
was
a
most
courageous
lad
,
game
to
the
backbone
.
It
was
soon
known
,
both
at
home
,
where
he
lived
,
and
within
some
miles
of
Barchester
Cathedral
,
and
also
at
Westminster
,
where
he
was
at
school
,
that
young
Henry
could
box
well
and
would
never
own
himself
beat
;
other
boys
would
fight
while
they
had
a
leg
to
stand
on
,
but
he
would
fight
with
no
leg
at
all
.
Those
backing
him
would
sometimes
think
him
crushed
by
the
weight
of
blows
and
faint
with
loss
of
blood
,
and
his
friends
would
endeavour
to
withdraw
him
from
the
contest
;
but
no
,
Henry
never
gave
in
,
was
never
weary
of
the
battle
.
The
ring
was
