had treated her very badly;—but not so badly, not with such unscrupulous violence, as she was now encountering from this ill-clothed beggarly man, this perpetual curate, with his dirty broken boots, this already half-convicted thief! Such was her idea of Mr. Crawley's conduct to her, while she was fingering the papers,—simply because Mr. Crawley would not speak to her.
"I forget where I was," said the bishop. "Oh. Mr. Thumble came back, and I received your letter;—of course I received it. And I was surprised to learn from that, that in spite of what had occurred at Silverbridge, you were still anxious to continue the usual Sunday ministrations in your church."
"I was determined that I would do my duty at Hogglestock, as long as I might be left there to do it," said Mr. Crawley.
"Duty!" said Mrs. Proudie.
"Just a moment, my dear," said the bishop. "When Sunday came, I had no alternative but to send Mr. Thumble over again to Hogglestock. It occurred to us,—to me and Mrs. Proudie,—"
"I will tell Mr. Crawley just now what has occurred to me," said Mrs. Proudie.
"Yes;—just so. And I am sure that he will take it in good part. It occurred to me, Mr. Crawley, that your first letter might have been written in haste."
"It was written in haste, my lord; your messenger was waiting."
"Yes;—just so. Well; so I sent him again, hoping that he might be accepted as a messenger of peace. It was a most disagreeable mission for any gentleman, Mr. Crawley."
"Most disagreeable, my lord."
"And you refused him permission to obey the instructions which I had given him! You would not let him read from your desk, or preach from your pulpit."
"Had I been Mr. Thumble," said Mrs. Proudie, "I would have read from that desk and I would have preached from that pulpit."
Mr. Crawley waited a moment, thinking that the bishop might, perhaps speak again; but as he did not, but sat expectant as though he had finished his discourse, and now expected a reply, Mr. Crawley got up from his seat and drew near to the table. "My lord," he began, "it has all been just as you have said. I did answer your first letter in haste."
"The more shame for you," said Mrs. Proudie.
"And therefore, for aught I know, my letter to your lordship may be so worded as to need some apology."
"Of course it needs an apology," said Mrs. Proudie.
