y clearly here in England; but good manners have
never been defined at all."

"I don't want anyone to help me on such a matter as that," said Mr.
Chamberlaine, who did not altogether like Mr. Quickenham.

"I dare say not," said Mr. Quickenham; "and yet the question may be
open to argument. A man may do what he likes with his own, and can
hardly be called ungentlemanlike because he gives it away to a person
you don't happen to like."

[Illustration: "I dare say not," said Mr. Quickenham.]

"I know what we all think about it in Salisbury," said Mr.
Chamberlaine.

"It's just possible that you may be a little hypercritical in
Salisbury," said Quickenham.

There was nothing else discussed and nothing else thought of in
the Vicarage. The first of June had been the day now fixed for the
opening of the new chapel, and here they were already in April. Mr.
Fenwick was quite of opinion that if the services of Mr. Puddleham's
congregation were once commenced in the building they must
be continued there. As long as the thing was a thing not yet
accomplished it might be practicable to stop it; but there could be
no stopping it when the full tide of Methodist eloquence should have
begun to pour itself from the new pulpit. It would then have been
made the House of God,--even though not consecrated,--and as such
it must remain. And now he was becoming sick of the grievance, and
wished that it was over. As to going to law with the Marquis on a
question of Common-right, it was a thing that he would not think
of doing. The living had come to him from his college, and he had
thought it right to let the Bursar of Saint John's know what was
being done; but it was quite clear that the college could not
interfere or spend their money on a matter which, though it was
parochial, had no reference to their property in the parish. It was
not for the college, as patron of the living, to inquire whether
certain lands belonged to the Marquis of Trowbridge or to the parish
at large, though the Vicar no doubt, as one of the inhabitants of the
place, might raise the question at law if he chose to find the money
and could find the ground on which to raise it. His old friend the
Bursar wrote him back a joking letter, recommending him to put more
fire into his sermons and thus to preach his enemy down.

"I have become so sick of this chapel," the Vicar said to his wife
that night, "that I wish the subject might never be mentioned again
in the h