"Well, I congratulate you, Mr. Robarts, on your powerful new patron."
"You will probably feel with me, Lady Lufton, that the benefice is one which I can hold without any detriment to me in my position here at Framley," said he, prudently resolving to let the slur upon his friends pass by unheeded.
"Well, I hope so. Of course, you are a very young man, Mr. Robarts, and these things have generally been given to clergymen more advanced in life."
"But you do not mean to say that you think I ought to refuse it?"
"What my advice to you might be if you really came to me for advice, I am hardly prepared to say at so very short a notice. You seem to have made up your mind, and therefore I need not consider it. As it is, I wish you joy, and hope that it may turn out to your advantage in every way."
"You understand, Lady Lufton, that I have by no means got it as yet."
"Oh, I thought it had been offered to you; I thought you spoke of this new minister as having all that in his own hand."
"Oh dear, no. What may be the amount of his influence in that respect I do not at all know. But my correspondent assures me—"
"Mr. Sowerby, you mean. Why don't you call him by his name?"
"Mr. Sowerby assures me that Mr. Smith will ask for it, and thinks it most probable that his request will be successful."
"Oh, of course. Mr. Sowerby and Mr. Harold Smith together would no doubt be successful in any thing. They are the sort of men who are successful nowadays. Well, Mr. Robarts, I wish you joy." And she gave him her hand in token of her sincerity.
Mark took her hand, resolving to say nothing farther on that occasion. That Lady Lufton was not now cordial with him, as she used to be, he was well aware, and sooner or later he was determined to have the matter out with her. He would ask her why she now so constantly met him with a taunt, and so seldom greeted him with that kind old affectionate smile which he knew and appreciated so well. That she was honest and true he was quite sure. If he
