he bishop's interference will be over.

And you must remember that if it is not your duty as a
clergyman to give up your living, you can have no right,
seeing that you have a wife and family, to throw it away
as an indulgence to your pride. Consult any other friend
you please;--Mr. Robarts, or the dean himself. I am
quite sure that any friend who knows as many of the
circumstances as I know will advise you to hold the
living, at any rate till after the trial. You can refer
any such friend to me.

Believe me, to be yours very truly,

MORTIMER TEMPEST.

Mr. Crawley walked about again with this letter in his pocket, but
on this occasion he did not go in the direction of Hoggle End. From
Hoggle End he could hardly hope to pick up further lessons of wisdom.
What could any Giles Hoggett say to him beyond what he had said to
him already? If he were to read the doctor's letter to Hoggett,
and to succeed in making Hoggett understand it, Hoggett could only
caution him to be dogged. But it seemed to him that Hoggett and his
new friend at Silverbridge did not agree in their doctrines, and it
might be well that he should endeavour to find out which of them had
most of justice on his side. He was quite sure that Hoggett would
advise him to adhere to his project of giving up the living,--if only
Hoggett could be made to understand the circumstances.

He had written, but had not as yet sent away his letter to the dean.

His letter to the bishop would be but a note, and he had postponed
the writing of that till the other should be copied and made
complete.

He had sat up late into the night composing and altering his letter
to his old friend, and now that the composition was finished he was
loth to throw it away. Early in this morning, before the postman had
brought to him Dr. Tempest's urgent remonstrance, he had shown to his
wife the draft of his letter to the dean. "I cannot say that it is
not true," she had said.

"It is certainly true."

"But I wish, dear, you would not send it. Why should you take any
step till the trial be over?"

"I shall assuredly send it," he had replied. "If you will peruse it
again, you will see that the epistle would be futile were it kept
till I shall have been proved to be a thief."

"Oh, Josiah, such words kill me."

"They are not pleasant, but it will be well that you should become
used to them. As for the letter, I have taken some trouble to express