do you say, Mr. Tozer?" Mr
Tozer was the chaplain on duty.

"I have not least objection in the world, my lord," said Mr. Tozer,
"to act as second whip."

"I'm afraid you'll find them an expensive adjunct to the episcopate,"
said the archdeacon. And then the joke was over; for there had been
a rumour, now for some years prevalent in Barchester, that Bishop
Proudie was not liberal in his expenditure. As Mr. Thorne said
afterwards to his cousin the doctor, the archdeacon might have spared
that sneer. "The archdeacon will never spare the man who sits in his
father's seat," said the doctor. "The pity of it is that men who
are so thoroughly different in all their sympathies should ever be
brought into contact." "Dear, dear," said the archdeacon, as he stood
afterwards on the rug before the drawing-room fire, "how many rubbers
of whist I have seen played in this room." "I sincerely hope that you
will never see another played here," said Mrs. Proudie. "I'm quite
sure that I shall not," said the archdeacon. For this last sally his
wife scolded him bitterly on their way home. "You know very well,"
she said, "that the times are changed, and that if you were Bishop of
Barchester yourself you would not have whist played in the palace."
"I only know," said he, "that when we had the whist we had some true
religion along with it, and some good sense and good feeling also."
"You cannot be right to sneer at others for doing what you would do
yourself," said his wife. Then the archdeacon threw himself sulkily
into the corner of his carriage, and nothing more was said between
him and his wife about the bishop's dinner-party.

Not a word was spoken that night at the palace about Mr. Crawley;
and when that obnoxious guest from Plumstead was gone, Mrs. Proudie
resumed her good-humour towards Dr. Tempest. So intent was she on
conciliating him that she refrained even from abusing the archdeacon,
whom she knew to have been intimate for very many years with the
rector of Silverbridge. In her accustomed moods she would have broken
forth in loud anger, caring nothing for old friendships; but at
present she was thoughtful of the morrow, and desirous that Dr
Tempest should, if possible, meet her in a friendly humour when the
great discussion as to Hogglestock should be opened between them. But
Dr. Tempest understood her bearing, and as he pulled on his nightcap
made certain resolutions of his own as to the morrow's proceedings.
"I don't suppose s