ith a horse or two over it at times, and now Mr. Puddleham
has it for his preaching. Maybe, sir, the lawyers might have a turn
at it yet;" and the miller laughed at his own wit.

"And get more out of it than any former occupant," said Mr.
Quickenham, who would indeed have been very loth to allow his wife's
brother-in-law to go into a law suit, but still felt that a very
pretty piece of litigation was about to be thrown away in this matter
of Mr. Puddleham's chapel.

Mr. Quickenham bade farewell to the miller, and thought that he saw
a way to a case. But he was a man very strongly given to accuracy,
and on his return to the Vicarage said no word of his conversation
with the miller. It would have been natural that Fenwick should
have interrogated him as to his morning's work; but the Vicar had
determined to trouble himself no further about his grievance, to
say nothing further respecting it to any man, not even to allow the
remembrance of Mr. Puddleham and his chapel to dwell in his mind; and
consequently held his peace. Mrs. Fenwick was curious enough on the
subject, but she had made a promise to her husband, and would at
least endeavour to keep it. If her sister should tell her anything
unasked, that would not be her fault.

CHAPTER XLIII.

EASTER AT TURNOVER CASTLE.

It was not only at Bullhampton that this affair of the Methodist
chapel demanded and received attention. At Turnover also a good deal
was being said about it, and the mind of the Marquis was not easy. As
has been already told, the bishop had written to him on the subject,
remonstrating with him as to the injury he was doing to the present
vicar, and to future vicars, of the parish which he, as landlord,
was bound to treat with beneficent consideration. The Marquis had
replied to the bishop with a tone of stern resolve. The Vicar of
Bullhampton had treated him with scorn, nay, as he thought, with most
unpardonable insolence, and he would not spare the Vicar. It was
proper that the dissenters at Bullhampton should have a chapel, and
he had a right to do what he liked with his own. So arguing with
himself, he had written to the bishop very firmly; but his own mind
had not been firm within him as he did so. There were misgivings
at his heart. He was a Churchman himself, and he was pricked with
remorse as he remembered that he was spiting the Church which was
connected with the state, of which he was so eminent a supporter. His
own chief agent, t