who had accompanied the dean from the school, now left
them, and went into the house to her mother. "My wife cannot forgive
herself about the cheque," continued he.

"There is nothing to be forgiven," said Mr. Crawley; "nothing."

"She feels that what she did was awkward and foolish. She ought never
to have paid a cheque away in such a manner. She knows that now."

"It was given,--not paid," said Crawley; and as he spoke something
of the black cloud came back on his face. "And I am well aware how
hard Mrs. Arabin strove to take away from the alms she bestowed the
bitterness of the sting of eleemosynary aid. If you please, Arabin,
we will not talk any more of that. I can never forget that I
have been a beggar, but I need not make my beggary the matter of
conversation. I hope the Holy Land has fulfilled your expectation?"

"It has more than done so," said the dean, bewildered by the sudden
change.

"For myself, it is, of course, impossible that I should ever
visit any scenes except those to which my immediate work may call
me,--never in this world. The new Jerusalem is still within my
reach,--if it be not forfeited by pride and obstinacy; but the old
Jerusalem I can never behold. Methinks, because it is so, I would
sooner stand with my foot on Mount Olivet, or drink a cup of water
in the village of Bethany, than visit any other spot within the
traveller's compass. The sources of the Nile, of which men now talk
so much,--I see it in the papers and reviews which the ladies at
Framley are so good as to send to my wife,--do not interest me much.
I have no ambition to climb Mont Blanc or the Matterhorn; Rome makes
my mouth water but little, nor even Athens much. I can realise
without seeing all that Athens could show me, and can fancy that the
existing truth would destroy more than it would build up. But to have
stood on Calvary!"

"We don't know where Calvary was," said the dean.

"I fancy that I should know,--should know enough," said the illogical
and unreasonable Mr. Crawley. "Is it true that you can look over from
the spot on which He stood as He came across the brow of the hill,
and see the huge stones of the temple placed there by Solomon's
men,--as He saw them,--right across the brook Cedron, is it not?"

"It is all there, Crawley,--just as your knowledge of it tells you."

"In the privilege of seeing those places I can almost envy a man
his--money." The last words he uttered after a pause. He had been
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