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Chamberlaine had not been called upon to take a part in the Cathedral services during Passion week cannot here be explained; but it was the fact, that when Mr. Quickenham arrived at Bullhampton, the Canon was staying at The Privets. He had come over there early in the week, as it was supposed by Mr.
"I can't say how he had it, nor yet how Muster Fenwick has the meadows t'other side of the river, which he lets to farmer Pierce; but he do have 'em, and farmer Pierce do pay him the rent." "Glebe land, you know," said Mr. Quickenham. "That's what they calls it," said the miller. "And none of the vicars that came after old Smallbones have ever done anything with that bit of ground?"
"It is such a comfort to get him out of town, if it's only for two days," said Mrs. Quickenham; "and I do believe he has run away this time without any papers in his portmanteau." Mrs. Fenwick, with something of apology in her tone, explained to her sister that she was especially desirous of getting a legal opinion on this occasion from her brother-in-law.
In respect to the trouble about the chapel, Mary Lowther was sympathetic and droll, as she would have been had there been upon her the weight of no love misfortune. "She had trust," she said, "in Mr. Quickenham, who no doubt would succeed in harassing the enemy, even though he might be unable to obtain ultimate conquest.
Quickenham; "and yet the question may be open to argument. A man may do what he likes with his own, and can hardly be called ungentlemanlike because he gives it away to a person you don't happen to like." "I know what we all think about it in Salisbury," said Mr. Chamberlaine. "It's just possible that you may be a little hypercritical in Salisbury," said Quickenham.
Quickenham, who would indeed have been very loth to allow his wife's brother-in-law to go into a law suit, but still felt that a very pretty piece of litigation was about to be thrown away in this matter of Mr. Puddleham's chapel. Mr. Quickenham bade farewell to the miller, and thought that he saw a way to a case.
In the meantime, he has now come down to Bullhampton to enjoy himself for four days, if he can find enjoyment without his law papers. Mr. Quickenham was a tall, thin man, with eager gray eyes, and a long projecting nose, on which, his enemies in the courts of law were wont to say, his wife would hang a kettle, in order that the unnecessary heat coming from his mouth might not be wasted.
"What I mean is, that I'm sick of it as a subject of conversation. There it is, and let us make the best of it, as Quickenham says." "You can't expect anything like sympathy from Richard, you know." "I don't want any sympathy. I want simply silence.
But he was aware when he went of the presence of some unsatisfactory feelings of imposture on his own part, and he was equally alive, when he did not go, to a sting of conscience in that he was neglecting a duty. But George Brattle had arranged it all in a manner that was perfectly satisfactory to himself. Mr. Quickenham had inquired the way, and took the path to the mill along the river.
I should think myself disgraced if I were to sit down in the presence of the Marquis of Trowbridge; I should, indeed." "You can easily manage that by standing up when you meet him," said Mr. Quickenham. Mr. Quickenham could be very funny at times, but those who knew him would remark that whenever he was funny he had something to hide.
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