be very anxious about it, as he had so many good reasons against it a few weeks ago. Is it not dreadful that there should be such double-dealing in men in such positions?"
"It is sickening," said Mrs. Grantly.
And then there was a pause between them as each thought of the injury that was done to them.
"But, archdeacon—"
"Well?"
"Could you not give up those small points and shame them into compliance?"
"Nothing would shame them."
"But would it not be well to try?"
The game was so good a one, and the stake was so important, that Mrs. Grantly felt that it would be worth playing for to the last.
"It is no good."
"But I certainly would suggest it to Lord De Terrier. I am sure the country would go along with him; at any rate, the Church would."
"It is impossible," said the archdeacon. "To tell the truth, it did occur to me. But some of them down there seemed to think that it would not do."
Mrs. Grantly sat a while on the sofa, still meditating in her mind whether there might not yet be some escape from so terrible a downfall.
"But, archdeacon—"
"I'll go up stairs and dress," said he, in despondency.
"But, archdeacon, surely the present ministry may have a majority on such a subject as that; I thought they were sure of a majority now."
"No, not sure."
"But, at any rate, the chances are in their favor? I do hope they'll do their duty, and exert themselves to keep their members together."
And then the archdeacon told out the whole of the truth.
"Lord De Terrier says that under the present circumstances he will not bring the matter forward this session at all. So we had better go back to Plumstead."
Mrs. Grantly then felt that there was nothing farther to be said, and it will be proper that the historian should drop a veil over their sufferings.
