"Mrs. Broughton," said Clara, thoughtful of her raiment, and remembering that it might not be well that she should return home, even in a cab, dressed as Jael; "if you will allow me, I will go into your room for a minute or two."
"Certainly, Clara," said Mrs. Broughton, preparing to accompany her.
"But before you go, Mrs. Broughton," said Mrs. Van Siever, "it may be as well that I should tell you that my daughter is going to become the wife of Mr. Musselboro. It may simplify matters that you should know this." And Mrs. Van Siever, as she spoke, looked hard at Conway Dalrymple.
"Mamma!" exclaimed Clara.
"My dear," said Mrs. Van Siever, "you had better change your dress and come away with me."
"Not till I have protested against what you have said, mamma."
"You had better leave your protesting alone, I can tell you."
"Mrs. Broughton," continued Clara, "I must beg you to understand that mamma has not the slightest right in the world to tell you what she just now said about me. Nothing on earth would induce me to become the wife of Mr. Broughton"s partner."
There was something which made Clara unwilling even to name the man whom her mother had publicly proposed as her future husband.
"He isn"t Mr. Broughton"s partner," said Mrs. Van Siever. "Mr.
Broughton has not got a partner. Mr. Musselboro is the head of the firm. And as to your marrying him, of course, I can"t make you."
"No, mamma; you cannot."
"Mrs. Broughton understands that, no doubt;--and so, probably, does Mr. Dalrymple. I only tell them what are my ideas. If you choose to marry the sweep at the crossing, I can"t help it. Only I don"t see what good you would do the sweep, when he would have to sweep for himself and you too. At any rate, I suppose you mean to go home with me now?" Then Mrs. Broughton and Clara left the room, and Mrs. Van Siever was left with Conway Dalrymple. "Mr. Dalrymple," said Mrs.
Van Siever, "do not deceive yourself. What I told you just now will certainly come to pa.s.s."
"It seems to me that that must depend on the young lady," said Dalrymple.
"I"ll tell you what certainly will not depend on the young lady,"
said Mrs. Van Siever, "and that is whether the man who marries her will have more with her than the clothes she stands up in. You will understand that argument, I suppose?"
"I"m not quite sure that I do," said Dalrymple.
"Then you"d better try to understand it. Good-morning, sir. I"m sorry you"ve had to slit your picture." Then she curtseyed low, and walked out on to the landing-place. "Clara," she cried, "I"m waiting for you--sixpence a quarter of an hour,--remember that." In a minute or two Clara came out to her, and then Mrs. Van Siever and Miss Van Siever took their departure.
"Oh, Conway, what am I to do? what am I to do?" said Mrs. Dobbs Broughton. Dalrymple stood perplexed for a few minutes, and could not tell her what she was to do. She was in such a position that it was very hard to tell her what to do. "Do you believe, Conway, that he is really ruined?"
"What am I to say? How am I to know?"
"I see that you believe it," said the wretched woman.
"I cannot but believe that there is something of truth in what this woman says. Why else should she come here with such a story?" Then there was a pause, during which Mrs. Broughton was burying her face on the arm of the sofa. "I"ll tell you what I"ll do," continued he.
"I"ll go into the City, and make inquiry. It can hardly be but what I shall learn the truth there."
Then there was another pause, at the end of which Mrs. Broughton got up from the sofa.
"Tell me," said she;--"what do you mean to do about that girl?"
"You heard me ask her to be my wife?"
"I did. I did!"
"Is it not what you intended?"
"Do not ask me. My mind is bewildered. My brain is on fire! Oh, Conway!"
"Shall I go into the City as I proposed?" said Dalrymple, who felt that he might at any rate improve the position of circ.u.mstances by leaving the house.
"Yes;--yes; go into the City! Go anywhere. Go. But stay! Oh, Conway!"
There was a sudden change in her voice as she spoke. "Hark,--there he is, as sure as life." Then Conway listened, and heard a footstep on the stairs, as to which he had then but little doubt that it was the footstep of Dobbs Broughton. "O heavens! he is tipsy!" exclaimed Mrs.
Broughton; "and what shall we do?" Then Dalrymple took her hand and pressed it, and left the room, so that he might meet the husband on the stairs. In the one moment that he had for reflection he thought it was better that there should be no concealment.
CHAPTER LXI.
"IT"S DOGGED AS DOES IT."
In accordance with the resolution to which the clerical commission had come on the first day of their sitting, Dr. Tempest wrote the following letter to Mr. Crawley:--
Rectory, Silverbridge, April 9, 186--.
DEAR SIR,--
I have been given to understand that you have been informed that the Bishop of Barchester has appointed a commission of clergymen of the diocese to make inquiry respecting certain accusations which, to the great regret of us all, have been made against you, in respect to a cheque for twenty pounds which was pa.s.sed by you to a tradesman in this town. The clergymen appointed to form this commission are Mr. Oriel, the rector of Greshamsbury, Mr. Robarts, the vicar of Framley, Mr. Quiverful, the warden of Hiram"s Hospital at Barchester, Mr. Thumble, a clergyman established in that city, and myself. We held our first meeting on last Monday, and I now write to you in compliance with a resolution to which we then came.
Before taking any other steps we thought it best to ask you to attend us here on next Monday, at two o"clock, and I beg that you will accept this letter as an invitation to that effect.
We are, of course, aware that you are about to stand your trial at the next a.s.sizes for the offence in question. I beg you to understand that I do not express any opinion as to your guilt. But I think it right to point out to you that in the event of a jury finding an adverse verdict, the bishop might be placed in great difficulty unless he were fortified with the opinion of a commission formed from your fellow clerical labourers in the diocese. Should such adverse verdict unfortunately be given, the bishop would hardly be justified in allowing a clergyman placed as you then would be placed, to return to his cure after the expiration of such punishment as the judge might award, without a further decision from an ecclesiastical court. This decision he could only obtain by proceeding against you under the Act in reference to clerical offences, which empowers him as bishop of the diocese to bring you before the Court of Arches,--unless you would think well to submit yourself entirely to his judgment.
You will, I think, understand what I mean. The judge at a.s.sizes might find it his duty to imprison a clergyman for a month,--regarding that clergyman simply as he would regard any other person found guilty by a jury and thus made subject to his judgment,--and might do this for an offence which the ecclesiastical judge would find himself obliged to visit with the severer sentence of prolonged suspension, or even with deprivation.
We are, however, clearly of opinion that should the jury find themselves able to acquit you, no further action whatsoever should be taken. In such case we think that the bishop may regard your innocence to be fully established, and in such case we shall recommend his lordship to look upon the matter as altogether at an end. I can a.s.sure you that in such case I shall so regard it myself.
You will perceive that, as a consequence of this resolution, to which we have already come, we are not minded to make any inquiries ourselves into the circ.u.mstances of your alleged guilt, till the verdict of the jury shall be given. If you are acquitted, our course will be clear. But should you be convicted, we must in that case advise the bishop to take the proceedings to which I have alluded, or to abstain from taking them. We wish to ask you whether, now that our opinion has been conveyed to you, you will be willing to submit to the bishop"s decision, in the event of an adverse verdict being given by the jury; and we think that it will be better for us all that you should meet us here at the hour I have named on Monday next, the 15th instant. It is not our intention to make any report to the bishop until the trial shall be over.
I have the honour to be, My dear sir, Your very obedient servant,
MORTIMER TEMPEST.
The Rev. Josiah Crawley, Hogglestock.
In the same envelope Dr. Tempest sent a short private note, in which he said that he should be very happy to see Mr. Crawley at half-past one on the Monday named, that luncheon would be ready at that hour, and that, as Mr. Crawley"s attendance was required on public grounds, he would take care that a carriage was provided for the day.
Mr. Crawley received this letter in his wife"s presence, and read it in silence. Mrs. Crawley saw that he paid close attention to it, and was sure,--she felt that she was sure,--that it referred in some way to the terrible subject of the cheque for twenty pounds. Indeed, everything that came into the house, almost every word spoken there, and every thought that came into the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of any of the family, had more or less reference to the coming trial. How could it be otherwise? There was ruin coming on them all,--ruin and complete disgrace coming on father, mother, and children! To have been accused itself was very bad; but now it seemed to be the opinion of every one that the verdict must be against the man. Mrs. Crawley herself, who was perfectly sure of her husband"s innocence before G.o.d, believed that the jury would find him guilty,--and believed also that he had become possessed of the money in some manner that would have been dishonest, had he not been so different from other people as to be ent.i.tled to be considered innocent where another man would have been plainly guilty. She was full of the cheque for twenty pounds, and of its results. When, therefore, he had read the letter through a second time, and even then had spoken no word about it, of course she could not refrain from questioning him. "My love," she said, "what is the letter?"
"It is on business," he answered.