me stray clergyman whom Mrs. Proudie keeps about the house;
and that on Sunday the stairs to the reading-desk and pulpit were
occupied by a lot of brickmakers, among whom the parson from
Barchester did not venture to attempt to make his way, although he
was fortified by the presence of one of the cathedral vergers and by
one of the palace footmen. I can hardly believe about the verger and
the footman. As for the rest, I have no doubt it is all true. I pity
Crawley from my heart. Poor, unfortunate man! The general opinion
seems to be that he is not in truth responsible for what he does. As
for his victory over the bishop, nothing on earth could be better.

"Your mother particularly wishes you to come over to us before the
end of the week, and to bring Edith. Your grandfather will be here,
and he is becoming so infirm that he will never come to us for
another Christmas. Of course you will stay over the new year."

Though the letter was full of Mr. Crawley and his affairs there was
not a word in it about Grace. This, however, was quite natural. Major
Grantly perfectly well understood his father's anxiety to carry his
point without seeming to allude to the disagreeable subject. "My
father is very clever," he said to himself, "very clever. But he
isn't so clever but one can see how clever he is."

On the next day he went into Silverbridge, intending to call on Miss
Prettyman. He had not quite made up his mind what he would say to
Miss Prettyman; nor was he called upon to do so, as he never got as
far as that lady's house. While walking up the High street he saw Mrs
Thorne in her carriage, and, as a matter of course, he stopped to
speak to her. He knew Mrs. Thorne quite as intimately as he did her
husband, and liked her quite as well. "Major Grantly," she said,
speaking out loud to him, half across the street; "I was very angry
with you yesterday. Why did you not come up to dinner? We had a room
ready for you and everything."

"I was not quite well, Mrs. Thorne."

"Fiddlestick. Don't tell me of not being well. There was Emily
breaking her heart about you."

"I'm sure Miss Dunstable--"

"To tell you the truth, I think she'll get over it. It won't be
mortal with her. But do tell me, Major Grantly, what are we to think
about this poor Mr. Crawley? It was so good of you to be one of his
bailsmen."

"He would have found twenty in Silverbridge, if he had wanted them."

"And do you hear that he has defied the bishop? I do