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had been in error as to some legal form; nor could he be satisfied to escape, because, through some legal fiction, he who received the greatest benefit from the hospital might be considered only as one of its servants.

The archdeaconā€™s speech had silenced himā ā€”stupefied himā ā€”annihilated him; anything but satisfied him. With the bishop it fared not much better. He did not discern clearly how things were, but he saw enough to know that a battle was to be prepared for; a battle that would destroy his few remaining comforts, and bring him with sorrow to the grave.

The warden still sat, and still looked at the archdeacon, till his thoughts fixed themselves wholly on the means of escape from his present position, and he felt like a bird fascinated by gazing on a snake.

ā€œI hope you agree with me,ā€ said the archdeacon at last, breaking the dread silence; ā€œmy lord, I hope you agree with me.ā€

Oh, what a sigh the bishop gave! ā€œMy lord, I hope you agree with me,ā€ again repeated the merciless tyrant.

ā€œYes, I suppose so,ā€ groaned the poor old man, slowly.

ā€œAnd you, warden?ā€

Mr. Harding was now stirred to action;ā ā€”he must speak and move, so he got up and took one turn before he answered.

ā€œDo not press me for an answer just at present; I will do nothing lightly in the matter, and of whatever I do I will give you and the bishop notice.ā€ And so without another word he took his leave, escaping quickly through the palace hall, and down the lofty steps; nor did he breathe freely till he found himself alone under the huge elms of the silent close. Here he walked long and slowly, thinking on his case with a troubled air, and trying in vain to confute the archdeaconā€™s argument. He then went home, resolved to bear it allā ā€”ignominy, suspense, disgrace, self-doubt, and heartburningā ā€”and to do as those would have him, who he still believed were most fit and most able to counsel him aright.

X Tribulation

Mr. Harding was a sadder man than he had ever yet been when he returned to his own house. He had been wretched enough on that well-remembered morning when he was forced to expose before his son-in-law the publisherā€™s account for ushering into the world his dear book of sacred music: when after making such payments as he could do unassisted, he found that he was a debtor of more than three hundred pounds; but his sufferings then were as nothing to his present misery;ā ā€”then he had done wrong, and he knew it, and was able to resolve that he would not sin in like manner again; but now he could make no resolution, and comfort himself by no promises of firmness. He had been forced to think that his lot had placed him in a false position, and he was about to maintain that position against the opinion of the world and against his own convictions.

He had read with pity, amounting almost to horror, the strictures which had appeared from time to time against the Earl of Guildford as master of St. Cross, and the invectives that had been heaped on rich diocesan dignitaries and overgrown sinecure pluralists. In judging of them, he judged leniently; the whole bias of his profession had taught him to think that they were more sinned against than sinning, and that the animosity with which they had been pursued was venomous and unjust; but he had not the less regarded their plight as most miserable. His hair had stood on end and his flesh had crept as he read the things which had been written; he had wondered how men could live under such a load of disgrace; how they could face their fellow-creatures while their names were bandied about so injuriously and so publicly;ā ā€”and now this lot was to be hisā ā€”he, that shy, retiring man, who had so comforted himself in the hidden obscurity of his lot, who had so enjoyed the unassuming warmth of his own little cornerā ā€”he was now dragged forth into the glaring day, and gibbeted before ferocious multitudes. He entered his own house a crestfallen, humiliated man, without a hope of overcoming the wretchedness which affected him.

He wandered into the drawing-room where was his daughter; but he could not speak to her now, so he left it, and went into the book-room. He was not quick enough to escape Eleanorā€™s glance, or to prevent her from seeing that he was disturbed; and in a little while she followed him. She found him seated in his accustomed chair with no book open before him, no pen ready in his hand, no ill-shapen notes of blotted music lying before him as was usual, none of those hospital accounts with which he was so precise and yet so unmethodical: he was doing nothing, thinking of nothing, looking at nothing; he was merely suffering.

ā€œLeave me, Eleanor, my dear,ā€ he said; ā€œleave me, my darling, for a few minutes, for I am busy.ā€

Eleanor saw well how it was, but she did leave him, and glided silently back to her drawing-room. When he had sat a while, thus alone and unoccupied, he got up to walk again;ā ā€”he could make more of his thoughts walking than sitting, and was creeping out into his garden, when he met Bunce on the threshold.

ā€œWell, Bunce,ā€ said he, in a tone that for him was sharp, ā€œwhat is it? do you want me?ā€

ā€œI was only coming to ask after your reverence,ā€ said the old bedesman, touching his hat; ā€œand to inquire about the news from London,ā€ he added after a pause.

The warden winced, and put his hand to his forehead and felt bewildered.

ā€œAttorney Finney has been there this morning,ā€ continued Bunce, ā€œand by his looks I guess he is not so well pleased as he once was, and it has got abroad somehow that the archdeacon has had down great news from London, and Handy and Moody are both as black as devils. And I

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