he confounded races, or the infernal souptickets, or to
the miserable missionaries; and at last live in quiet."

So, in spite of all his subscriptions, and his coaxing of the various
orders of Newcomites, Sir Barnes Newcome was not popular among them; and
while he had enemies on all sides, had sturdy friends not even on his
own. Scarce a man but felt Barnes was laughing at him; Bulders in his
pulpit, Holder who seconded him in his election, the Newcome society;
and the ladies, even more than the men, were uneasy under his ominous
familiarity, and recovered their good-humour when he left them. People
felt as if it was a truce only, and not an alliance with him, and always
speculated on the possibility of war: when he turned his back on them in
the market, men felt relieved, and, as they passed his gate, looked with
no friendly glances over his park-wall.

What happened within was perfectly familiar to many persons. Our friend
was insolent to all his servants; and of course very well served,
but very much disliked, in consequence. The butler was familiar with
Taplow--the housekeeper had a friend at Newcome; Mrs Taplow, in fact,
of the King's Arms--one of the grooms at Newcome Park kept company with
Mrs. Bulder's maid: the incomings and outgoings, the quarrels and tears,
the company from London, and all the doings of the folks at Newcome Park
were thus known to the neighbourhood round about. The apothecary brought
an awful story back from Newcome. He had been called to Lady Clara in
strong hysterical fits. He found her ladyship with a bruise on her face.
When Sir Barnes approached her (he would not allow the medical man to
see her except in his presence) she screamed and bade him not come near
her. These things did Mr. Vidler weakly impart to Mrs. Vidler: these,
under solemn vows of secrecy, Mrs. Vidler told to one or two friends.
Sir Barnes and Lady Clara were seen shopping together very graciously in
Newcome a short time afterwards; persons who dined at the Park said the
Baronet and his wife seemed on very good terms; but--but that story of
the bruised cheek remained in the minds of certain people, and lay by at
compound interest as such stories will.

Now, say people quarrel and make it up; or don't make it up, but wear a
smirking face to society, and call each other "my dear" and "my love,"
and smooth over their countenances before John, who enters with the
coals as they are barking and biting, or who announces the di