rawley that he and his affair had, in
truth, been the cause of her death.

It was thus that she was spoken of for a few days; and then men and
women ceased to speak much of her, and began to talk of the bishop
instead. A month had not passed before it was surmised that a man so
long accustomed to the comforts of married life would marry again;
and even then one lady connected with low-church clergymen in and
around the city was named as a probable successor to the great lady
who was gone. For myself, I am inclined to think that the bishop will
for the future be content to lean upon his chaplain.

The monument that was put up to our friend's memory in one of the
side aisles of the choir of the cathedral was supposed to be designed
and executed in good taste. There was a broken column, and on the
column simply the words "My beloved wife!" Then there was a slab by
the column, bearing Mrs. Proudie's name, with the date of her life and
death. Beneath this was the common inscription,--

_Requiescat in pace._

CHAPTER LXVIII

The Obstinacy of Mr. Crawley

Dr. Tempest, when he heard the news, sent immediately to Mr. Robarts,
begging him to come over to Silverbridge. But this message was
not occasioned solely by the death of Mrs. Proudie. Dr. Tempest had
also heard that Mr. Crawley had submitted himself to the bishop,
that instant advantage,--and, as Dr. Tempest thought, unfair
advantage,--had been taken of Mr. Crawley's submission, and that the
pernicious Mr. Thumble had been at once sent over to Hogglestock. Had
these palace doings with reference to Mr. Crawley been unaccompanied
by the catastrophe which had happened, the doctor, much as he might
have regretted them, would probably have felt that there was nothing
to be done. He could not in such case have prevented Mr. Thumble's
journey to Hogglestock on the next Sunday, and certainly he could
not have softened the heart of the presiding genius at the palace.
But things were very different now. The presiding genius was gone.
Everybody at the palace would for a while be weak and vacillating.
Thumble would be then thoroughly cowed; and it might at any rate be
possible to make some movement in Mr. Crawley's favour. Dr. Tempest,
therefore, sent for Mr. Robarts.

"I'm giving you a great deal of trouble, Robarts," said the doctor;
"but then you are so much younger than I am, and I've an idea
that you would do more for this poor man than any one else in the
dioc