"We know his daughter Grace." And then Mrs. Walker whispered something further, which we may presume to have been an intimation that the gentleman opposite,--Major Grantly,--was supposed by some people to be very fond of Miss Grace Crawley.
"Quite a child, isn"t she?" said Toogood, whose own daughter, now about to be married, was three or four years older than Grace.
"She"s beyond being a child, I think. Of course she is young."
"But I suppose this affair will knock all that on the head," said the lawyer.
"I do not know how that may be; but they do say he is very much attached to her. The major is a man of family, and of course it would be very disagreeable if Mr. Crawley were found guilty."
"Very disagreeable, indeed; but, upon my word, Mrs. Walker, I don"t know what to say about it."
"You think it will go against him, Mr. Toogood?" Mr. Toogood shook his head, and on seeing this, Mrs. Walker sighed deeply.
"I can only say that I have heard nothing from the bishop as yet,"
said Dr. Tempest, after the ladies had left the room. "Of course, if he thinks well to order it, the inquiry must be made."
"But how long would it take?" asked Mr. Walker.
"Three months, I should think,--or perhaps more. Of course Crawley would do all that he could to delay us, and I am not at all sure that we should be in any very great hurry ourselves."
"Who are the "we," doctor?" said Mr. Walker.
"I cannot make such an inquiry by myself, you know. I suppose the bishop would ask me to select two or four other clergymen to act with me. That"s the usual way of doing it. But you may be quite sure of this, Walker; the a.s.sizes will be over, and the jury have found their verdict long before we have settled our preliminaries."
"And what will be the good of your going on after that?"
"Only this good:--if the unfortunate man be convicted--"
"Which he won"t," said Mr. Toogood, who thought it expedient to put on a bolder front in talking of the matter to the rural dean, than he had a.s.sumed in his whispered conversation with Mrs. Walker.
"I hope not, with all my heart," said the doctor. "But, perhaps, for the sake of the argument, the supposition may be allowed to pa.s.s."
"Certainly, sir," said Mr. Toogood. "For the sake of the argument, it may pa.s.s."
"If he be convicted, then, I suppose, there will be an end of the question. He would be sentenced for not less, I should say, than twelve months; and after that--"
"And would be as good a parson of Hogglestock when he came out of prison as when he went in," said Mr. Walker. "The conviction and judgment in a civil court would not touch his temporality."
"Certainly not," said Mr. Toogood.
"Of course not," said the doctor. "We all know that; and in the event of Mr. Crawley coming back to his parish it would be open to the bishop to raise the question as to his fitness for the duties."
"Why shouldn"t he be as fit as any one else?" said Mr. Toogood.
"Simply because he would have been found to be a thief," said the doctor. "You must excuse me, Mr. Toogood, but it"s only for the sake of the argument."
"I don"t see what that has to do with it," said Mr. Toogood. "He would have undergone his penalty."
"It is preferable that a man who preaches from a pulpit should not have undergone such a penalty," said the doctor. "But in practice, under such circ.u.mstances,--which we none of us antic.i.p.ate, Mr.
Toogood,--the living should no doubt be vacated. Mr. Crawley would probably hardly wish to come back. The jury will do their work before we can do ours,--will do it on a much better base than any we can have; and, when they have done it, the thing ought to be finished. If the jury acquit him, the bishop cannot proceed any further. If he be found guilty I think that the resignation of the living must follow."
"It is all spite, then, on the bishop"s part?" said the major.
"Not at all," said the doctor. "The poor man is weak; that is all. He is driven to persecute because he cannot escape persecution himself.
But it may really be a question whether his present proceeding is not right. If I were bishop I should wait till the trial was over; that is all."
From this and from much more that was said during the evening on the same subject Mr. Toogood gradually learned the position which Mr.
Crawley and the question of Mr. Crawley"s guilt really held in the county, and he returned to town resolved to go on with the case.
"I"ll have a barrister down express, and I"ll defend him in his own teeth," he said to his wife. "There"ll be a scene in court, I daresay, and the man will call upon his own counsel to hold his tongue and shut up his brief; and, as far as I can see, counsel in such a case would have no alternative. But there would come an explanation,--how Crawley was too honourable to employ a man whom he could not pay, and there would be a romance, and it would all go down with the jury. One wants sympathy in such a case as that--not evidence."
"And how much will it cost, Tom?" said Maria, dolefully.
"Only a trifle. We won"t think of that yet. There"s John Eames is going all the way to Jerusalem, out of his pocket."
"But Johnny hasn"t got twelve children, Tom."
"One doesn"t have a cousin in trouble every day," said Toogood. "And then you see there"s something very pretty in the case. It"s quite a pleasure getting it up."
CHAPTER XLIII.
MR. CROSBIE GOES INTO THE CITY.
"I"ve known the City now for more than ten years, Mr. Crosbie, and I never knew money to be so tight as it is at this moment. The best commercial bills going can"t be done under nine, and any other kind of paper can"t so much as get itself looked at." Thus spoke Mr. Musselboro. He was seated in Dobbs Broughton"s arm-chair in Dobbs Broughton"s room in Hook Court, on the hind legs of which he was balancing himself comfortably; and he was communicating his experience in City matters to our old friend, Adolphus Crosbie,--of whom we may surmise that he would not have been there, at that moment, in Hook Court, if things had been going well with him. It was now past eleven o"clock, and he should have been at his office at the West End. His position in his office was no doubt high enough to place him beyond the reach of any special inquiry as to such absences; but it is generally felt that when the Crosbies of the West End have calls into the City about noon, things in the world are not going well with them. The man who goes into the City to look for money is generally one who does not know where to get money when he wants it. Mr. Musselboro on this occasion kept his hat on his head, and there was something in the way in which he balanced his chair which was in itself an offence to Mr. Crosbie"s personal dignity. It was hardly as yet two months since Mr. Dobbs Broughton had a.s.sured him in that very room that there need not be the slightest anxiety about his bill. Of course it could be renewed,--the commission being duly paid. As Mr. Dobbs Broughton explained on that occasion, that was his business. There was nothing he liked so much as renewing bills for such customers as Mr. Crosbie; and he was very candid at that meeting, explaining how he did this branch of his business, raising money on his own credit at four or five per cent., and lending it on his own judgment at eight or nine. Mr. Crosbie did not feel himself then called upon to exclaim that what he was called upon to pay was about twelve, perfectly understanding the comfort and grace of euphony; but he had turned it over in his mind, considering whether twelve per cent. was not more than he ought to be mulcted for the accommodation he wanted. Now, at the moment, he would have been glad to get it from Mr. Musselboro, without further words, for twenty.
Things had much changed with Adolphus Crosbie when he was driven to make morning visits to such a one as Mr. Musselboro with the view of having a bill renewed for two hundred and fifty pounds. In his early life he had always had the merit of being a careful man as to money.
In some other respects he had gone astray very foolishly,--as has been partly explained in our earlier chapters; but up to the date of his marriage with Lady Alexandrina De Courcy he had never had dealings in Hook Court or in any such locality. Money troubles had then come upon him. Lady Alexandrina, being the daughter of a countess, had high ideas; and when, very shortly after his marriage, he had submitted to a separation from his n.o.ble wife, he had found himself and his income to be tied up inextricably in the hands of one Mr. Mortimer Gazebee, a lawyer who had married one of his wife"s sisters. It was not that Mr. Gazebee was dishonest; nor did Crosbie suspect him of dishonesty; but the lawyer was so wedded to the interest of the n.o.ble family with which he was connected, that he worked for them all as an inferior spider might be supposed to work, which, from the infirmity of its nature, was compelled by its instincts to be catching flies always for superior spiders. Mr.
Mortimer Gazebee had in this way entangled Mr. Crosbie in his web on behalf of those n.o.ble spiders, the De Courcys, and our poor friend, in his endeavour to fight his way through the web, had fallen into the hands of the Hook Court firm of Mrs. Van Siever, Dobbs Broughton, and Musselboro.
"Mr. Broughton told me when I was last here," said Crosbie, "that there would be no difficulty about it."
"And it was renewed then; wasn"t it?"
"Of course it was,--for two months. But he was speaking of a continuation of renewal."
"I"m afraid we can"t do it, Mr. Crosbie. I"m afraid we can"t, indeed.
Money is so awful tight."
"Of course I must pay what you choose to charge me."
"It isn"t that, Mr. Crosbie. The bill is out for collection, and must be collected. In times like these we must draw ourselves in a little, you know. Two hundred and fifty pounds isn"t a great deal of money, you will say; but every little helps, you know; and, besides, of course we go upon a system. Business is business, and must not be made pleasure of. I should have had a great deal of pleasure in doing this for you, but it can"t be done in the way of business."
"When will Broughton be here?"