"I waited at Framley for your reverence till arter six,--so I did,"
said farmer Mangle.
"I kept the road, and walked the whole way," said Mr. Crawley. "I think I told you that I should not return to the mill. But I am not the less obliged by your great kindness."
"Say nowt o" that," said the farmer. "No doubt I had business at the mill,--lots to do at the mill." Nor did he think that the fib he was telling was at all incompatible with the Holy Sacrament in which he had just taken a part.
The Christmas dinner at the parsonage was not a repast that did much honour to the season, but it was a better dinner than the inhabitants of that house usually saw on the board before them. There was roast pork and mince-pies, and a bottle of wine. As Mrs. Crawley with her own hand put the meat upon the table, and then, as was her custom in their house, proceeded to cut it up, she looked at her husband"s face to see whether he was scrutinizing the food with painful eye. It was better that she should tell the truth at once than that she should be made to tell it, in answer to a question. Everything on the table, except the bread and potatoes, had come in a basket from Framley Court. Pork had been sent instead of beef, because people in the country, when they kill their pigs, do sometimes give each other pork,--but do not exchange joints of beef, when they slay their oxen.
All this was understood by Mrs. Crawley, but she almost wished that beef had been sent, because beef would have attracted less attention.
He said, however, nothing to the meat; but when his wife proposed to him that he should eat a mince-pie he resented it. "The bare food,"
said he, "is bitter enough, coming as it does; but that would choke me." She did not press it, but eat one herself, as otherwise her girl would have been forced also to refuse the dainty.
That evening, as soon as Jane was in bed, she resolved to ask him some further questions. "You will have a lawyer, Josiah,--will you not?" she said.
"Why should I have a lawyer?"
"Because he will know what questions to ask, and how questions on the other side should be answered."
"I have no questions to ask, and there is only one way in which questions should be answered. I have no money to pay a lawyer."
"But, Josiah, in such a case as this, where your honour, and our very life depend upon it--"
"Depend on what?"
"On your acquittal."
"I shall not be acquitted. It is as well to look it in the face at once. Lawyer, or no lawyer, they will say that I took the money. Were I upon the jury, trying the case myself, knowing all that I know now,"--and as he said this he struck forth with his hands into the air,--"I think that I should say so myself. A lawyer will do no good.
It is here. It is here." And again he put his hands up to his head.
So far she had been successful. At this moment it had in truth been her object to induce him to speak of his own memory, and not of the aid that a lawyer might give. The proposition of the lawyer had been brought in to introduce the subject.
"But, Josiah,--"
"Well?"
It was very hard for her to speak. She could not bear to torment him by any allusion to his own deficiencies. She could not endure to make him think that she suspected him of any frailty either in intellect or thought. Wifelike, she desired to worship him, and that he should know that she worshipped him. But if a word might save him! "Josiah, where did it come from?"
"Yes," said he; "yes; that is the question. Where did it come from?"--and he turned sharp upon her, looking at her with all the power of his eyes. "It is because I cannot tell you where it came from that I ought to be,--either in Bedlam, as a madman, or in the county gaol as a thief." The words were so dreadful to her that she could not utter at the moment another syllable. "How is a man--to think himself--fit--for a man"s work, when he cannot answer his wife such a plain question as that?" Then he paused again. "They should take me to Bedlam at once,--at once,--at once. That would not disgrace the children as the gaol will do."
Mrs. Crawley could ask no further questions on that evening.
CHAPTER XX.
WHAT MR. WALKER THOUGHT ABOUT IT.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
It had been suggested to Mr. Robarts, the parson of Framley, that he should endeavour to induce his old acquaintance, Mr. Crawley, to employ a lawyer to defend him at his trial, and Mr. Robarts had not forgotten the commission which he had undertaken. But there were difficulties in the matter of which he was well aware. In the first place Mr. Crawley was a man whom it had not at any time been easy to advise on matters private to himself; and, in the next place, this was a matter on which it was very hard to speak to the man implicated, let him be who he would. Mr. Robarts had come round to the generally accepted idea that Mr. Crawley had obtained possession of the cheque illegally,--acquitting his friend in his own mind of theft, simply by supposing that he was wool-gathering when the cheque came in his way. But in speaking to Mr. Crawley, it would be necessary,--so he thought,--to pretend a conviction that Mr. Crawley was as innocent in fact as in intention.
He had almost made up his mind to dash at the subject when he met Mr.
Crawley walking through Framley to Barchester, but he had abstained, chiefly because Mr. Crawley had been too quick for him, and had got away. After that he resolved that it would be almost useless for him to go to work unless he should be provided with a lawyer ready and willing to undertake the task; and as he was not so provided at present, he made up his mind that he would go into Silverbridge, and see Mr. Walker, the attorney there. Mr. Walker always advised everybody in those parts about everything, and would be sure to know what would be the proper thing to be done in this case. So Mr. Robarts got into his gig, and drove himself into Silverbridge, pa.s.sing very close to Mr. Crawley"s house on his road. He drove at once to Mr. Walker"s office, and on arriving there found that the attorney was not at that moment within. But Mr. Winthrop was within.
Would Mr. Robarts see Mr. Winthrop? Now, seeing Mr. Winthrop was a very different thing from seeing Mr. Walker, although the two gentlemen were partners. But still Mr. Robarts said that he would see Mr. Winthrop. Perhaps Mr. Walker might return while he was there.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Robarts?" asked Mr.
Winthrop. Mr. Robarts said that he had wished to see Mr. Walker about that poor fellow Crawley. "Ah, yes; very sad case! So much sadder being a clergyman, Mr. Robarts. We are really quite sorry for him;--we are indeed. We wouldn"t have touched the case ourselves if we could have helped ourselves. We wouldn"t indeed. But we are obliged to take all that business here. At any rate he"ll get nothing but fair usage from us."
"I am sure of that. You don"t know whether he has employed any lawyer as yet to defend him?"
"I can"t say. We don"t know, you know. I should say he had,--probably some Barchester attorney. Borleys and Bonstock in Barchester are very good people,--very good people indeed;--for that sort of business I mean, Mr. Robarts. I don"t suppose they have much county property in their hands."
Mr. Robarts knew that Mr. Winthrop was a fool, and that he could get no useful advice from him. So he suggested that he would take his gig down to the inn, and call back again before long. "You"ll find that Walker knows no more than I do about it," said Mr. Winthrop, "but of course he"ll be glad to see you if he happens to come in." So Mr.
Robarts went to the inn, put up his horse, and then, as he sauntered back up the street, met Mr. Walker coming out of the private door of his house.
"I"ve been at home all the morning," he said, "but I"ve had a stiff job of work on hand, and told them to say in the office that I was not in. Seen Winthrop, have you? I don"t suppose he did know that I was here. The clerks often know more than the partners. About Mr.
Crawley is it? Come into my dining-room, Mr. Robarts, where we shall be alone. Yes;--it is a bad case; a very bad case. The pity is that anybody should ever have said anything about it. Lord bless me, if I"d been Soames I"d have let him have the twenty pounds. Lord Lufton would never have allowed Soames to lose it."
"But Soames wanted to find out the truth."
"Yes;--that was just it. Soames couldn"t bear to think that he should be left in the dark, and then, when the poor man said that Soames had paid the cheque to him in the way of business,--it was not odd that Soames" back should have been up, was it? But, Mr. Robarts, I should have thought a deal about it before I should have brought such a man as Mr. Crawley before a bench of magistrates on that charge."
"But between you and me, Mr. Walker, did he steal the money?"
"Well, Mr. Robarts, you know how I"m placed."
"Mr. Crawley is my friend, and of course I want to a.s.sist him. I was under a great obligation to Mr. Crawley once, and I wish to befriend him, whether he took the money or not. But I could act so much better if I felt sure one way or the other."
"If you ask me, I think he did take it."
"What!--stole it?"
"I think he knew it was not his own when he took it. You see I don"t think he meant to use it when he took it. He perhaps had some queer idea that Soames had been hard on him, or his lordship, and that the money was fairly his due. Then he kept the cheque by him till he was absolutely badgered out of his life by the butcher up the street there. That was about the long and the short of it, Mr. Robarts."
"I suppose so. And now what had he better do?"
"Well; if you ask me,-- He is in very bad health, isn"t he?"
"No; I should say not. He walked to Barchester and back the other day."
"Did he? But he"s very queer, isn"t he?"
"Very odd-mannered indeed."
"And does and says all manner of odd things?"
"I think you"d find the bishop would say so after that interview."