precentorship. The
income of this office will now be necessary to
me; indeed, I do not know why I should be
ashamed to say
that I should have difficulty in supporting myself without it.
'Your Lordship, and such others as you may please to
consult on the matter, will at once see that my
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resignation of the
wardenship need offer not the slightest bar to its occupation
by another person. I am thought in the wrong by all those
whom I have consulted in the matter; I have very little but
an
inward and an unguided
conviction of my own to bring me
to this step, and I shall, indeed, be hurt to find that any slur
is thrown on the preferment which your kindness bestowed
on me, by my
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resignation of it. I, at any rate for one, shall
look on any
successor whom you may
appoint as enjoying a
clerical situation of the highest respectability, and one to
which your Lordship's
nomination gives an indefeasible right.
'I cannot finish this official letter without again thanking
your Lordship for all your great kindness, and I beg to
subscribe myself- -Your Lordship's most
obedient servant
'SEPTIMUS HARDING,
'Warden of Barchester Hospital,
and Precentor of the Cathedral.'
He then wrote the following private note:
'My DEAR BISHOP,
'I cannot send you the accompanying official letter without
a warmer expression of thanks for all your kindness than would
befit a
document which may to a certain degree be made
public. You, I know, will understand the feeling, and, perhaps,
pity the
weakness which makes me
resign the hospital. I am not
made of calibre strong enough to
withstand public attack. Were
I convinced that I stood on ground
perfectly firm, that I was
certainly justified in
taking eight hundred a year under Hiram's
will, I should feel bound by duty to
retain the position, however
unendurable might be the nature of the
assault; but, as I do
not feel this
conviction, I cannot believe that you will think me
wrong in what I am doing.
'I had at one time an idea of keeping only some moderate
portion of the
income; perhaps three hundred a year, and of
remitting the
remainder to the trustees; but it occurred to
me, and I think with reason, that by so doing I should place
my
successors in an invidious position, and greatly damage
your patronage.
'My dear friend, let me have a line from you to say that you
do not blame me for what I am doing, and that the officiating
vicar of Crabtree Parva will be the same to you as the
wardenof the hospital.
'I am very
anxious about the precentorship: the archdeacon
thinks it must go with the
wardenship; I think not, and, that,
having it, I cannot be ousted. I will, however, be guided
by you and the dean. No other duty will suit me so well,
or come so much within my power of
adequate performance.
'I thank you from my heart for the preferment which I am
now giving up, and for all your kindness, and am, dear bishop,
now as always-- Yours most sincerely,
'SEPTIMUS HARDING
'LONDON, - AUGUST, 18--'
Having written these letters and made a copy of the former
one for the benefit of the archdeacon, Mr Harding, whom we
must now cease to call the
warden, he having designated himself
so for the last time, found that it was nearly two o'clock,
and that he must prepare for his journey. Yes, from this time
he never again admitted the name by which he had been so
familiarly known, and in which, to tell the truth, he had
rejoiced. The love of titles is common to all men, and a vicar
or fellow is as pleased at becoming Mr Archdeacon or Mr
Provost, as a
lieutenant at getting his captaincy, or a city
tallow-chandler in becoming Sir John on the occasion of a
Queen's visit to a new
bridge. But
warden he was no longer,
and the name of precentor, though the office was to him so
dear, confers in itself no sufficient
distinction; our friend,
therefore, again became Mr Harding.
Mrs Grantly had gone out; he had,
therefore, no one to
delay him by further entreaties to
postpone his journey; he
had soon arranged his bag, and paid his bill, and, leaving a
note for his daughter, in which he put the copy of his official
letter, he got into a cab and drove away to the station with
something of
triumph in his heart.
Had he not cause for
triumph? Had he not been supremely
successful? Had he not for the first time in his life held his
own purpose against that of his son-in-law, and manfully combated
against great odds--against the archdeacon's wife as well
as the archdeacon? Had he not gained a great
victory, and
was it not fit that he should step into his cab with
triumph?
He had not told Eleanor when he would return, but she was
on the look-out for him by every train by which he could
arrive, and the pony-carriage was at the Barchester station
when the train drew up at the platform.
'My dear,' said he, sitting beside her, as she steered her
little
vessel to one side of the road to make room for the
clattering omnibus as they passed from the station into the town,
'I hope you'll be able to feel a proper degree of respect for the
vicar of Crabtree.'
'Dear papa,' said she, 'I am so glad.'
There was great comfort in returning home to that pleasant
house, though he was to leave it so soon, and in discussing with
his daughter all that he had done, and all that he had to do.
It must take some time to get out of one house into another;
the curate at Crabtree could not be abolished under six
months, that is, unless other
provision could be made for him;
and then the furniture--the most of that must be sold to pay
Sir Abraham Haphazard for sitting up till twelve at night.
Mr Harding was
strangelyignorant as to
lawyers' bills; he
had no idea, from twenty pounds to two thousand, as to the
sum in which he was
indebted for legal
assistance. True, he
had called in no
lawyer himself; true, he had been no consenting
party to the
employment of either Cox and Cummins,
or Sir Abraham; he had never been consulted on such
matters;--the archdeacon had managed all this himself, never
for a moment suspecting that Mr Harding would take upon
him to end the matter in a way of his own. Had the
lawyers'
bills been ten thousand pounds, Mr Harding could not have
helped it; but he was not on that
account disposed to dispute
his own
liability. The question never occurred to him; but it
did occur to him that he had very little money at his banker's,
that he could receive nothing further from the hospital, and
that the sale of the furniture was his only resource.
'Not all, papa,' said Eleanor pleadingly.
'Not quite all, my dear,' said he; 'that is, if we can help it.
We must have a little at Crabtree--but it can only be a little;
we must put a bold front on it, Nelly; it isn't easy to come
down from affluence to poverty.'
And so they planned their future mode of life; the father
taking comfort from the
reflection that his daughter would
soon be freed from it, and she resolving that her father would
soon have in her own house a ready means of escape from the
solitude of the Crabtree vicarage.
When the archdeacon left his wife and father-in-law at the
Chapter Coffee House to go to Messrs Cox and Cummins, he
had no very defined idea of what he had to do when he got
there. Gentlemen when at law, or in any way engaged in
matters requiring legal
assistance, are very apt to go to their
lawyers without much
absolute necessity;--gentlemen when
doing so, are apt to describe such attendance as quite
compulsory, and very
disagreeable. The
lawyers, on the other
hand, do not at all see the necessity, though they quite agree as
to the
disagreeable nature of the visit;--gentlemen when so
engaged are usually somewhat gravelled at
finding nothing to
say to their
learned friends; they generally talk a little politics,
a little weather, ask some few foolish questions about their suit,
and then
withdraw, having passed half an hour in a small
dingy waiting-room, in company with some
junior assistant-
clerk, and ten minutes with the members of the firm; the
business is then over for which the gentleman has come up to
London, probably a distance of a hundred and fifty miles.
To be sure he goes to the play, and dines at his friend's club,
and has a bachelor's liberty and bachelor's
recreation for three
or four days; and he could not probably plead the desire of such
gratifications as a reason to his wife for a trip to London.
Married ladies, when your husbands find they are positively
obliged to attend their legal advisers, the nature of the duty
to be performed is generally of this description.
The archdeacon would not have dreamt of leaving London
without going to Cox and Cummins; and yet he had nothing
to say to them. The game was up; he
plainly saw that Mr
Harding in this matter was not to be moved; his only remaining
business on this head was to pay the bill and have done
with it; and I think it may be taken for granted, that
whateverthe cause may be that takes a gentleman to a
lawyer's chambers,
he never goes there to pay his bill.
Dr Grantly, however, in the eyes of Messrs Cox and Cummins,
represented the spiritualities of the diocese of Barchester,
as Mr Chadwick did the temporalities, and was,
therefore, too
great a man to
undergo the
half-hour in the clerk's room. It
will not be necessary that we should listen to the notes of
sorrow in which the archdeacon bewailed to Mr Cox the
weaknessof his father-in-law, and the end of all their hopes of
triumph; nor need we repeat the various exclamations of
surprise with which the
mournfulintelligence was received.
No
tragedy occurred, though Mr Cox, a short and somewhat
bull-necked man, was very near a fit of apoplexy when he first
attempted to ejaculate that fatal word--
resign!
Over and over again did Mr Cox attempt to
enforce on the
archdeacon the
propriety of urging on Mr Warden the madness
of the deed he was about to do.
'Eight hundred a year!' said Mr Cox.
'And nothing
whatever to do!' said Mr Cummins, who had
joined the conference.
'No private fortune, I believe,' said Mr Cox.
'Not a shilling,' said Mr Cummins, in a very low voice,
shaking his head.
'I never heard of such a case in all my experience,' said
Mr Cox.
'Eight hundred a year, and as nice a house as any gentleman
could wish to hang up his hat in,' said Mr Cummins.
'And an
unmarried daughter, I believe,' said Mr Cox, with
much moral
seriousness in his tone. The archdeacon only
sighed as each separate wail was uttered, and shook his head,
signifying that the fatuity of some people was past belief.
'I'll tell you what he might do,' said Mr Cummins, brightening
up. 'I'll tell you how you might save it--let him exchange.'
'Exchange where?' said the archdeacon.
'Exchange for a living. There's Quiverful, of Puddingdale
--he has twelve children, and would be
delighted to get the
hospital. To be sure Puddingdale is only four hundred, but
that would be saving something out of the fire: Mr Harding
would have a curate, and still keep three hundred or three
hundred and fifty.'
The archdeacon opened his ears and listened; he really
thought the
scheme might do.
'The newspapers,' continued Mr Cummins, 'might hammer
away at Quiverful every day for the next six months without
his minding them.'