r Abraham means nothing. Come, warden, promise me this. The
whole affair, you see, is already settled, and that with very little
trouble or expense. Bold has been compelled to abandon his action,
and all you have to do is to remain quiet at the hospital." Mr
Harding still made no reply, but looked meekly into his son-in-law's
face. The archdeacon thought he knew his father-in-law, but he was
mistaken; he thought that he had already talked over a vacillating man
to resign his promise. "Come," said he, "promise Susan to give up
this idea of resigning the wardenship."

The warden looked at his daughter, thinking probably at the moment
that if Eleanor were contented with him, he need not so much regard
his other child, and said, "I am sure Susan will not ask me to break
my word, or to do what I know to be wrong."

"Papa," said she, "it would be madness in you to throw up your
preferment. What are you to live on?"

"God, that feeds the young ravens, will take care of me also," said Mr
Harding, with a smile, as though afraid of giving offence by making
his reference to scripture too solemn.

"Pish!" said the archdeacon, turning away rapidly. "If the ravens
persisted in refusing the food prepared for them, they wouldn't be
fed." A clergyman generally dislikes to be met in argument by any
scriptural quotation; he feels as affronted as a doctor does, when
recommended by an old woman to take some favourite dose, or as a
lawyer when an unprofessional man attempts to put him down by a
quibble.

"I shall have the living of Crabtree," modestly suggested the warden.

"Eighty pounds a year!" sneered the archdeacon.

"And the precentorship," said the father-in-law.

"It goes with the wardenship," said the son-in-law. Mr Harding was
prepared to argue this point, and began to do so, but Dr Grantly
stopped him. "My dear warden," said he, "this is all nonsense.
Eighty pounds or a hundred and sixty makes very little difference.
You can't live on it,--you can't ruin Eleanor's prospects for ever.
In point of fact, you can't resign; the bishop wouldn't accept it;
the whole thing is settled. What I now want to do is to prevent any
inconvenient tittle-tattle,--any more newspaper articles."

"That's what I want, too," said the warden.

"And to prevent that," continued the other, "we mustn't let any talk
of resignation get abroad."

"But I shall resign," said the warden, very, very meekly.

"Good heavens! Susan, my dear,