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"I am sorry to say that it is quite out of my power," said the major. "You can surely walk, leading the beast, if you fear to mount him," said Mr Crawley. "I shall do as I please about that," said Mr Thumble. "And, Mr Crawley, if you will have the kindness to leave things in the parish just as they are, just as they are, I will be obliged to you.

The bishop walked up and down the room throughout the whole of this speech, but gradually his steps became quicker, and his turns became shorter. "And now here is Christmas Day upon us, and what is to be done?" With these words Mrs Proudie finished her speech. "Mr Thumble," said the bishop, "perhaps you had better now retire.

There was no one there as yet but he and Mrs Draper; no one else knew what had happened. "It's her heart," said Mrs Draper. "Did she suffer from heart complaint?" he asked. "We suspected it, sir, though nobody knew it. She was very shy of talking about herself." "We must send for the doctor at once," said Mr Thumble. "We had better touch nothing till he is here."

These the footman had brought for her to the study door, but she had thought fit to enter her husband's room with them in her own custody. "Well, Mr Thumble!" she said. Mr Thumble did not answer at once, thinking, probably, that the bishop might choose to explain the circumstances. But, neither did the bishop say anything.

"Pretty well, I thank you." The major stood close up against the wall of the passage, so as to allow room for Mr Thumble to pass out. His business was one on which he could hardly begin to speak until the visitor had gone. Mr Crawley was standing with the door wide open in his hand.

The clergymen appointed to form this commission are Mr Oriel, the rector of Greshamsbury, Mr Robarts, the vicar of Framley, Mr Quiverful, the warden of Hiram's Hospital at Barchester, Mr Thumble, a clergyman established in that city, and myself. We held our first meeting on last Monday, and I now write to you in compliance with a resolution to which we then came.

"There will be a great difficulty; there will indeed," said the bishop, becoming very unhappy, and feeling that he was driven by circumstances either to assert his own knowledge or teach his wife something of the law with reference to his position as a bishop. "Who is to pay Mr Thumble?" "The income of the parish must be sequestrated, and he must be paid out of that.

Were the bishop energetic, or even the bishop's managing chaplain as energetic as he should be, Mr Crawley might, as Mrs Proudie felt assured, be made in some way to pay for a conveyance for Mr Thumble. But the energy was lacking, and the price of the gig, if the gig were ordered, would certainly fall ultimately on the bishop's shoulders. This was very sad.

The brute will not accommodate his paces to the man, and will contrive to make his head very heavy on the bridle. And he will not walk on the part of the road which the man intends for him, but will lean against the man, and will make himself altogether disagreeable. It may be understood, therefore, that Mr Thumble was not in a good humour when he entered the palace yard.

"I will not ask you into my poor house," he said, standing in the middle of the pathway; "for that my wife is ill." "Nothing catching, I hope?" said Mr Thumble. "Her malady is of the spirit rather than of the flesh," said Mr Crawley. "Shall we go on to the church?" "Certainly, by all means. How about the surplice?" "You will find, I trust, that the churchwarden has everything in readiness.