should want it, but he would at any rate bespeak it. And he ordered
his dinner. Come what come might, he thought that he would dine and
sleep at Brotherton that day. Finding himself so near to Lady George,
he would not leave her quite at once. He asked at the inn whether the
Dean was in Brotherton. Yes; the Dean was certainly at the deanery. He
had been seen about in the city that morning. The inhabitants, when
they talked about Brotherton, always called it the city. And were Lord
George and Lady George at the deanery? In answer to this question, the
landlady with something of a lengthened face declared that Lady George
was with her papa, but that Lord George was at Manor Cross. Then Jack
De Baron strolled out towards the Close.

It was a little after one when he found himself at the cathedral door,
and thinking that the Dean and his daughter might be at lunch, he went
into the building, so that he might get rid of half an hour. He had not
often been in cathedrals of late years, and now looked about him with
something of awe. He could remember that when he was a child he had
been brought here to church, and as he stood in the choir with the
obsequient verger at his elbow he recollected how he had got through
the minutes of a long sermon,--a sermon that had seemed to be very
long,--in planning the way in which, if left to himself, he would climb
to the pinnacle which culminated over the bishop's seat, and thence
make his way along the capitals and vantages of stonework, till he
would ascend into the triforium and thus become lord and master of the
old building. How much smaller his ambitions had become since then, and
how much less manly. "Yes, sir; his Lordship is here every Sunday when
he is at the palace," said the verger. "But his Lordship is ailing
now."

"And the Dean?"

"The Dean always comes once a day to service when he is here; but the
Dean has been much away of late. Since Miss Mary's marriage the Dean
isn't in Brotherton as much as formerly."

"I know the Dean. I'm going to his house just now. They like him in
Brotherton, I suppose?"

"That's according to their way of thinking, sir. We like him. I suppose
you heard, sir, there was something of a row between him and Miss
Mary's brother-in-law!" Jack said that he had heard of it. "There's
them as say he was wrong."

"I say he was quite right."

"That's what we think, sir. It's got about that his Lordship said some
bad word of Miss Mary. A father wasn't