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Peacocke, who was in bed undressed, sat up at once; but as he did so he brought a revolver out from under his pillow. "So you have been and armed yourself, have you?" said Robert Lefroy. "Yes," said Peacocke; "if you come nearer me with that knife I shall shoot you. Put it down." "Likely I shall put it down at your bidding."
"It would do Carstairs all the good in the world," said the Doctor; "and I do not see why you should not have a pleasant visit and earn twenty-five pounds at the same time." "It is quite out of the question." "I suppose you would not like to leave Mrs. Peacocke," said the Doctor. "Either to leave her or to take her! To go myself under any circumstances would be altogether out of the question.
One attempt was made after another in vain; but at last it was declared through the country far and wide that the Doctor had succeeded in this, as in every other enterprise that he had attempted. There had come a Rev. Mr. Peacocke and his wife. Six years since, Mr. Peacocke had been well known at Oxford as a Classic, and had become a Fellow of Trinity.
She would have been surprised also at finding how much had been said during the last twenty-four hours by others besides herself and her husband about the affairs of Mr. and Mrs. Peacocke. "Do you know what he came about?" asked Mary. The "he" had of course been Robert Lefroy. "Not in the least; but he came up there looking so queer, as though he certainly had come about something unpleasant."
Robert Lefroy as he said this put his left hand into his trousers-pocket over the notes which he had placed there, and drew a small revolver out of his pocket with the other hand. "I am better prepared now," he said, "than when you had your six-shooter under your pillow at Leavenworth." "I do not believe a word of it. It's a lie," said Peacocke. "Very well.
Peacocke should make his reappearance among them without notice. On the afternoon of the next day but one, Mr. and Mrs. Peacocke were driven up to the school in one of the Broughton flys. She went quickly up into her own house, when Mr. Peacocke walked into the school.
"The Bishop has been bothering me about you, Peacocke," he said, standing up with his back to the fireplace, as soon as the other man had shut the door behind him. The Doctor's face was always expressive of his inward feelings, and at this moment showed very plainly that his sympathies were not with the Bishop.
His first conscience told him that he owed a primary duty to his parish, a second duty to his school, and a third to his wife and daughter. In the performance of all these duties he would be bound to rid himself of Mr. Peacocke.
But she could let him go now, without a feeling of discomfort, if she thought that she was to see him again when she was at Carstairs. But this was not the last walk in the woods, even on this occasion. He remained two days at Bowick, so necessary was it for him to renew his intimacy with Mr. Peacocke.
Peacocke appeared again at Oxford, with a beautiful American wife, and the necessity of earning an income by his erudition. It would at first have seemed very improbable that Dr. Wortle should have taken into his school or into his parish a gentleman who had chosen the United States as a field for his classical labours.
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