ible. The land has been appropriated to other
purposes, and though we have all been a little in the dark about
our own rights, right must be done. I will only add that I have the
greatest satisfaction in seeing you and Mrs. Fenwick at Turnover, and
that I hope the satisfaction may often be repeated." Then he led the
way back into the drawing-room, and the evil hour had passed over his
head.

Upon the whole, things went very well with both the Vicar and his
wife during their visit. He did go out shooting one day, and was
treated very civilly by the Turnover gamekeeper, though he was
prepared with no five-pound note at the end of his day's amusement.
When he returned to the house, his host congratulated him on his
performance just as cordially as though he had been one of the laity.
On the next day he rode over with Lord St. George to see the County
Hunt kennels, which were then at Charleycoats, and nobody seemed to
think him very wicked because he ventured to have an opinion about
hounds. Mrs. Fenwick's amusements were, perhaps, less exciting, but
she went through them with equanimity. She was taken to see the
parish schools, and was walked into the parish church,--in which the
Stowte family were possessed of an enormous recess called a pew,
but which was in truth a room, with a fireplace in it. Mrs. Fenwick
thought it did not look very much like a church; but as the Ladies
Stowte were clearly very proud of it she held her peace as to that
idea. And so the visit to Turnover Park was made, and the Fenwicks
were driven home.

"After all, there's nothing like burying the hatchet," said he.

"But who sharpened the hatchet?" asked Mrs. Fenwick.

"Never mind who sharpened it. We've buried it."

CHAPTER LXXIII.

CONCLUSION.

There is nothing further left to be told of this story of the village
of Bullhampton and its Vicar beyond what may be necessary to satisfy
the reader as to the condition and future prospects of the Brattle
family. The writer of these pages ventures to hope that whatever may
have been the fate in the readers' mind of that couple which are
about to settle themselves peaceably at Dunripple, and to wait there
in comfort till their own time for reigning shall have come, some
sympathy may have been felt with those humbler personages who have
lived with orderly industry at the mill,--as, also, with those who,
led away by disorderly passions, have strayed away from it, and have
come back again to