going to
abandon this lawsuit?'--and he paused for a reply.
'Yes, Dr Grantly, I am.'
'Having exposed a gentleman who was one of your father's
warmest friends to all the ignominy and
insolence which the
press could heap upon his name, having somewhat ostentatiously
declared that it was your duty as a man of high public
virtue to protect those poor old fools whom you have humbugged
there at the hospital, you now find that the game costs
more than it's worth, and so you make up your mind to have
done with it. A
prudentresolution, Mr Bold; but it is a pity
you should have been so long coming to it. Has it struck you
that we may not now choose to give over? that we may find it
necessary to
punish the
injury you have done to us? Are you
aware, sir, that we have gone to
enormous expense to resist
this iniquitous attempt of yours?'
Bold's face was now
furiously red, and he nearly crushed his
hat between his hands; but he said nothing.
'We have found it necessary to employ the best advice that
money could
procure. Are you aware, sir, what may be the
probable cost of securing the services of the attorney-general?'
'Not in the least, Dr Grantly.'
'I dare say not, sir. When you recklessly put this affair into
the hands of your friend Mr Finney, whose six-and-eightpences
and thirteen-and-fourpences may, probably, not
amount to a
large sum, you were
indifferent as to the cost and suffering
which such a
proceeding might
entail on others; but are you
aware, sir, that these crushing costs must now come out of your
own pocket?'
'Any demand of such a nature which Mr Harding's
lawyermay have to make will
doubtless be made to my
lawyer.'
'"Mr Harding's
lawyer and my
lawyer!" Did you come
here merely to refer me to the
lawyers? Upon my word I
think the honour of your visit might have been spared! And
now, sir, I'll tell you what my opinion is--my opinion is, that
we shall not allow you to
withdraw this matter from the courts.'
'You can do as you please, Dr Grantly; good-morning.'
'Hear me out, sir,' said the archdeacon; 'I have here in my
hands the last opinion given in this matter by Sir Abraham
Haphazard. I dare say you have already heard of this--I
dare say it has had something to do with your visit here today.'
'I know nothing
whatever of Sir Abraham Haphazard or
his opinion.'
'Be that as it may, here it is; he declares most explicitly that
under no phasis of the affair
whatever have you a leg to stand
upon; that Mr Harding is as safe in his hospital as I am here
in my rectory; that a more
futile attempt to destroy a man
was never made, than this which you have made to ruin Mr
Harding. Here,' and he slapped the paper on the table, 'I
have this opinion from the very first
lawyer in the land; and
under these circumstances you expect me to make you a low
bow for your kind offer to
release Mr Harding from the toils
of your net! Sir, your net is not strong enough to hold him;
sir, your net has fallen to pieces, and you knew that well
enough before I told you--and now, sir, I'll wish you good-
morning, for I'm busy.'
Bold was now choking with
passion. He had let the archdeacon
run on because he knew not with what words to
interrupt him; but now that he had been so defied and insulted,
he could not leave the room without some reply.
'Dr Grantly,' he commenced.
'I have nothing further to say or to hear,' said the archdeacon.
'I'll do myself the honour to order your horse.' And he rang
the bell.
'I came here, Dr Grantly, with the warmest, kindest feelings--'
'Oh, of course you did; nobody doubts it.'
'With the kindest feelings--and they have been most grossly
outraged by your treatment.'
'Of course they have--I have not chosen to see my father-in-law
ruined; what an
outrage that has been to your feelings!'
'The time will come, Dr Grantly, when you will understand
why I called upon you today.'
'No doubt, no doubt. Is Mr Bold's horse there? That's
right; open the front door. Good-morning, Mr Bold'; and
the doctor stalked into his own drawing-room, closing the door
behind him, and making it quite impossible that John Bold
should speak another word.
As he got on his horse, which he was fain to do feeling like a dog
turned out of a kitchen, he was again greeted by little Sammy.
'Good-bye, Mr Bold; I hope we may have the pleasure of
seeing you again before long; I am sure papa will always be
glad to see you.'
That was certainly the bitterest moment in John Bold's life.
Not even the
remembrance of his successful love could comfort
him; nay, when he thought of Eleanor he felt that it was that
very love which had brought him to such a pass. That he
should have been so insulted, and be
unable to reply! That he
should have given up so much to the request of a girl, and then
have had his motives so misunderstood! That he should have
made so gross a mistake as this visit of his to the archdeacon's!
He bit the top of his whip, till he penetrated the horn of which
it was made: he struck the poor animal in his anger, and then
was
doubly angry with himself at his
futilepassion. He had
been so completely checkmated, so palpably overcome! and
what was he to do? He could not continue his action after
pledging himself to
abandon it; nor was there any
revenge in
that--it was the very step to which his enemy had endeavoured
to goad him!
He threw the reins to the servant who came to take his horse,
and rushed
upstairs into his drawing-room, where his sister
Mary was sitting.
'If there be a devil,' said he, 'a real devil here on earth, it is
Dr Grantly.' He vouchsafed her no further
intelligence, but
again seizing his hat, he rushed out, and took his
departure for
London without another word to anyone.
CHAPTER XIII
The Warden's Decision
The meeting between Eleanor and her father was not so
stormy as that described in the last chapter, but it was
hardly more successful. On her return from Bold's house she
found her father in a strange state. He was not
sorrowful and
silent as he had been on that
memorable day when his son-in-law
lectured him as to all that he owed to his order; nor was
he in his usual quiet mood. When Eleanor reached the hospital,
he was walking to and fro upon the lawn, and she soon saw
that he was much excited.
'I am going to London, my dear,' he said as soon as he
saw her.
'London,papa!'
'Yes, my dear, to London; I will have this matter settled
some way; there are some things, Eleanor, which I cannot bear.'
'Oh, papa, what is it?' said she, leading him by the arm
into the house. 'I had such good news for you, and now you
make me fear I am too late. And then, before he could let
her know what had caused this sudden
resolve, or could point
to the fatal paper which lay on the table, she told him that the