a more bitter grievance and she was obliged to argue
the matter with him.

"What do you think?" said he; "Henry is at Framley."

"He can hardly be staying there," said Mrs. Grantly, "because I know
that he is so very busy at home." The business at home of which the
major's mother was speaking was his projected moving from Cosby
Lodge, a subject which was also very odious to the archdeacon. He did
not wish his son to move from Cosby Lodge. He could not endure the
idea that his son should be known throughout the county to be giving
up a residence because he could not afford to keep it. The archdeacon
could have afforded to keep up two Cosby Lodges for his son, and
would have been well pleased to do so, if only his son would not
misbehave against him so shamefully! He could not bear that his son
should be punished openly, before the eyes of all Barsetshire. Indeed
he did not wish that his son should be punished at all. He simply
desired that his son should recognise his father's power to inflict
punishment. It would be henbane to Archdeacon Grantly to have a poor
son,--a son living at Pau,--among Frenchmen!--because he could not
afford to live in England. Why had the archdeacon been careful of
his money, adding house to house and field to field? He himself was
contented,--so he told himself,--to die as he had lived in a country
parsonage, working with the collar round his neck up to the day of
his death, if God would allow him to do so. He was ambitious of
no grandeur for himself. So he would tell himself,--being partly
oblivious of certain episodes in his own life. All his wealth had
been got together for his children. He desired that his sons should
be fitting brothers for their August sister. And now the son who was
nearest to him, whom he was bent upon making a squire in his own
county, wanted to marry the daughter of a man who had stolen twenty
pounds, and when objection was made to so discreditable a connexion,
replied by packing up all his things and saying that he would go and
live--at Pau! The archdeacon therefore did not like to hear of his
son being very busy at home.

"I don't know whether he is busy or not," said the archdeacon, "but I
tell you he is staying at Framley."

"From whom have you heard it?"

"What matter does that make if it is so? I heard it from Flurry."

"Flurry may have been mistaken," said Mrs. Grantly.

"It is not at all likely. Those people always know about such things.
He heard i