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been doing no good here, Abel Handy,” said he, “ ’tis plain to see that; and ’tisn’t much good, I’m thinking, you ever do.”

“I mind my own business, Master Bunce,” muttered the other, “and do you do the same. It ain’t nothing to you what I does;⁠—and your spying and poking here won’t do no good nor yet no harm.”

“I suppose then, Job,” continued Bunce, not noticing his opponent, “if the truth must out, you’ve stuck your name to that petition of theirs at last.”

Skulpit looked as though he were about to sink into the ground with shame.

“What is it to you what he signs?” said Handy. “I suppose if we all wants to ax for our own, we needn’t ax leave of you first, Mr. Bunce, big a man as you are; and as to your sneaking in here, into Job’s room when he’s busy, and where you’re not wanted⁠—”

“I’ve knowed Job Skulpit, man and boy, sixty years,” said Bunce, looking at the man of whom he spoke, “and that’s ever since the day he was born. I knowed the mother that bore him, when she and I were little wee things, picking daisies together in the close yonder; and I’ve lived under the same roof with him more nor ten years; and after that I may come into his room without axing leave, and yet no sneaking neither.”

“So you can, Mr. Bunce,” said Skulpit; “so you can, any hour, day or night.”

“And I’m free also to tell him my mind,” continued Bunce, looking at the one man and addressing the other; “and I tell him now that he’s done a foolish and a wrong thing. He’s turned his back upon one who is his best friend; and is playing the game of others, who care nothing for him, whether he be poor or rich, well or ill, alive or dead. A hundred a year? Are the lot of you soft enough to think that if a hundred a year be to be given, it’s the likes of you that will get it?”⁠—and he pointed to Billy Gazy, Spriggs, and Crumple. “Did any of us ever do anything worth half the money? Was it to make gentlemen of us we were brought in here, when all the world turned against us, and we couldn’t longer earn our daily bread? A’n’t you all as rich in your ways as he in his?”⁠—and the orator pointed to the side on which the warden lived. “A’n’t you getting all you hoped for, ay, and more than you hoped for? Wouldn’t each of you have given the dearest limb of his body to secure that which now makes you so unthankful?”

“We wants what John Hiram left us,” said Handy. “We wants what’s ourn by law; it don’t matter what we expected. What’s ourn by law should be ourn, and by goles we’ll have it.”

“Law!” said Bunce, with all the scorn he knew how to command⁠—“law! Did ye ever know a poor man yet was the better for law, or for a lawyer? Will Mr. Finney ever be as good to you, Job, as that man has been? Will he see to you when you’re sick, and comfort you when you’re wretched? Will he⁠—”

“No, nor give you port wine, old boy, on cold winter nights! he won’t do that, will he?” asked Handy; and laughing at the severity of his own wit, he and his colleagues retired, carrying with them, however, the now powerful petition.

There is no help for spilt milk; and Mr. Bunce could only retire to his own room, disgusted at the frailty of human nature. Job Skulpit scratched his head;⁠—Jonathan Crumple again remarked, that, “for sartain, sure a hundred a year was very nice;”⁠—and Billy Gazy again rubbed his eyes, and lowly muttered that “he didn’t know.”

V Dr. Grantly Visits the Hospital

Though doubt and hesitation disturbed the rest of our poor warden, no such weakness perplexed the nobler breast of his son-in-law. As the indomitable cock preparing for the combat sharpens his spurs, shakes his feathers, and erects his comb, so did the archdeacon arrange his weapons for the coming war, without misgiving and without fear. That he was fully confident of the justice of his cause let no one doubt. Many a man can fight his battle with good courage, but with a doubting conscience. Such was not the case with Dr. Grantly. He did not believe in the Gospel with more assurance than he did in the sacred justice of all ecclesiastical revenues. When he put his shoulder to the wheel to defend the income of the present and future precentors of Barchester, he was animated by as strong a sense of a holy cause, as that which gives courage to a missionary in Africa, or enables a sister of mercy to give up the pleasures of the world for the wards of a hospital. He was about to defend the holy of holies from the touch of the profane; to guard the citadel of his church from the most rampant of its enemies; to put on his good armour in the best of fights, and secure, if possible, the comforts of his creed for coming generations of ecclesiastical dignitaries. Such a work required no ordinary vigour; and the archdeacon was, therefore, extraordinarily vigorous. It demanded a buoyant courage, and a heart happy in its toil; and the archdeacon’s heart was happy, and his courage was buoyant.

He knew that he would not be able to animate his father-in-law with feelings like his own, but this did not much disturb him. He preferred to bear the brunt of the battle alone, and did not doubt that the warden would resign himself into his hands with passive submission.

“Well, Mr. Chadwick,” he said, walking into the steward’s office a day or two after the signing of the petition as commemorated in the last chapter: “anything from Cox and Cummins this morning?” Mr. Chadwick handed him a letter; which he read, stroking the tight-gaitered calf of

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