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The Dean was in one of his best humours, and was full of Brotherton news. Mr. Groschut had been appointed to the vicarage of Pugsty, and would leave Brotherton within a month. "I suppose it's a good living." "About £300 a year, I believe. He's been acting not quite on the square with a young lady, and the Bishop made him take it. It was that or nothing."
"I think your Lordship owes it to him to offer him the opportunity," said Mr. Groschut. The Bishop, too, was what we call a severe man; but his severity was used chiefly against himself. He was severe in his principles; but, knowing the world better than his chaplain, was aware how much latitude it was necessary that he should allow in dealing with men.
There was a dinner-party at the deanery during Miss Tallowax's sojourn at Brotherton. Mr. Canon Holdenough and Lady Alice were there. The bishop and his wife had been asked, a ceremony which was gone through once a year, but had been debarred from accepting the invitation by the presence of clerical guests at the palace. But his lordship's chaplain, Mr. Groschut, was present. Mr.
Groschut was almost afraid that no good could be done in the diocese till a firmer and a younger man sat in the seat. The main facts of the story came to the knowledge of the canons, though I doubt whether the Bishop ever told all that was told to him. Some few hard words were said.
I am glad to think that he has at last encountered some little punishment, though I could wish that the use of the scourge had fallen into other hands than mine." Then he took his leave, and as he went the Bishop was very gracious to him. "I am almost inclined to think he was justified," said the Bishop to Mr. Groschut. "Justified, my lord!
Who do you think was going as well as anybody yesterday? I saw him." "Who was it?" "The very Reverend the Dean of Brotherton, my dear." "No!" "But he was. I saw him jump the brook just before I fell into it. What will Mr. Groschut say?" "I don't think papa cares much what Mr. Groschut says." "And the Bishop?" "I'm not sure that he cares very much for the Bishop either.
Groschut and his adherents that there would be some further police interference; that the Marquis would bring an action, or that the magistrates would demand some inquiry. But nothing was done. The Marquis endured his bruised back at any rate in silence. But there came tidings to Brotherton that his lordship would not again be seen at Manor Cross that year.
I should have thought Groschut would have been too sharp to write letters." "But what was all that to the Bishop?" asked Lord George. "The Bishop was, I think, just a little tired of him. The Bishop is old and meek, and Mr. Groschut thought that he could domineer. He did not quite know his man. The Bishop is old and meek, and would have borne much. When Mr.
Mary could forgive her second sister-in-law's sullenness, understanding, as she did quite well, that she was at this moment triumphing over Lady Susanna. Mr. Groschut was not a favourite with any of the party at Manor Cross, and the Dean made himself pleasant by describing the nature of the late chaplain's promotion.
Groschut had hoped to extract from the Canon some expression adverse to the Dean, and to be able to assure himself that he had enrolled a new ally. "Poor dear little fellow!" aunt Ju was saying to Mrs. Holdenough. Of course she was talking of Popenjoy. "And you never saw him?" "No; I never saw him." "I am told he was a lovely child." "Very dark, I fancy." "And all those those doubts?
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