and it irked him in no way to see his daughter and Dunkle wallowing in wealth to which he strictly was entitled. On the contrary, indeed. For the more money Dunkle got out of "Trixie," the less likely was he to betray the Archdeacon's secret.
As for the fame, the loss of that was a thing to which the Archdeacon had, of course, resigned himself from the first. He might not, as the author of a quite worldly novel, aspire to become a Spiritual Lord, and a Spiritual Lord he was determined one day to be. It was wholly out of the question that any fame in connection with "Trixie" should be allowed to attach itself to him, and to this he had made up his mind. And at first he was perfectly content to see the impostor Dunkle going about enveloped in glory to which he had no title. This state of affairs lasted so long as the reviews kept