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Stantiloup, first, that the ladies had called upon each other, as ladies are wont to do who intend to cultivate a mutual personal acquaintance, and then that Mrs. Wortle had asked Mrs. Peacocke to dinner. But Mrs. Peacocke had refused not only that invitation, but subsequent invitations to the less ceremonious form of tea-drinking.
The Doctor had declared that he could no longer accept gratuitous clerical service in the parish, and had said that he must look out for some one else if Mr. Peacocke could not oblige him by allowing his name to be referred in the usual way to the Bishop.
"I rather think not," said the Doctor. "I fear I shall have to look out for some one else." He did not prolong the conversation; for, though he wished to be civil, he did not wish to be communicative. Mr. Pearson had shown his parochial solicitude, and did not trouble himself with further questions. "So Mr. Peacocke isn't going to take the curacy?"
"There can be nothing better," said Peacocke drawing his breath, as though a gleam of light had shone in upon him. "I had not meant to have spoken to you of this till to-morrow. I should not have done so, but that Pritchett had been with me. But the more I thought of it, the more sure I became that you could not both remain, till something had been done; till something had been done."
Goodness me; what a party they will be if they meet! Do you think they'll quarrel?" "I don't know, Lady Margaret." "And that he should be a clergyman of the Church of England! Isn't it dreadful? What does the Bishop say? Has he heard all about it?" "The Bishop has nothing to do with it. Mr. Peacocke never held a curacy in the diocese."
A single example will show this. Let the reader compare the account of the peacock with the following stanza from Chester's "Love's Martyr": "The proud sun-braving peacocke with his feathers, Walkes all along, thinking himself a king, And with his voice prognosticates all weathers, Although, God knows, but badly he doth sing; But when he looks downe to his base blacke feete, He droopes and is asham'd of things unmeet."
He was a little too pious, and perhaps given to ask questions. "So Mr. Peacocke isn't going to take the curacy?" There was a certain animation about the asking of this question by Mr. Puddicombe very different from Mr. Pearson's listless manner. It was clear to the Doctor that Mr. Puddicombe wanted to know.
So was Robert Lefroy found now. When Peacocke entered the hall or room the man did not rise from his chair, but accosted him as though they had parted only an hour since. "So, old fellow, you've got back all alive." "I have reached this place at any rate." "Well; that's getting back, ain't it?" "I have come back from San Francisco."
With the pistol still held at the other man's head, Peacocke slowly extracted himself from his bed. "Now," said he, "if you don't come away from the door I shall fire one barrel just to let them know in the house what sort of affair is going on. Put the knife down. You know that I shall not hurt you then." After hesitating for a moment or two, Lefroy did put the knife down.
Peacocke, when he was left alone, remained in the room collecting his thoughts, and then went up-stairs to his wife. "Has he gone?" she asked. "Yes, he has gone." "And what has he said?" "He has asked for money, to hold his tongue." "Have you given him any?" "Not a cent. I have given him nothing but hard words. I have bade him go and do his worst.
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