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Peacocke broken bread in the Doctor's house. And yet the friendship had become strong. An incident had happened early in the year which had served greatly to strengthen it. At the school there was a little boy, just eleven years old, the only son of a Lady De Lawle, who had in early years been a dear friend to Mrs. Wortle.
"Won't the Earl be angry?" Mrs. Wortle asked. "No; not angry. He knows the world too well not to be quite sure that something of the kind would happen. And he is too fond of his son not to think well of anything that he does. It wasn't to be supposed that they should never meet.
"We do not desire," said the 'Broughton Gazette, "to make any remarks as to the management of Dr. Wortle's school. We leave all that between him and the parents of the boys who are educated there. We are perfectly aware that Dr. Wortle himself is a scholar, and that his school has been deservedly successful.
It is my purpose to disclose the mystery at once, and to ask you to look for your interest, should you choose to go on with my chronicle, simply in the conduct of my persons, during this disclosure, to others. You are to know it all before the Doctor or the Bishop, before Mrs. Wortle or the Hon. Mrs. Stantiloup, or Lady De Lawle.
Nevertheless, on the Saturday morning, before he started, he called on Mrs. Peacocke, in company with his wife, and treated her with all his usual cordial kindness. "Mrs. Wortle," he said, "is going up to town with me; but we shall be home to-night, and we will see you on Monday if not to-morrow." Mrs.
Her doing menial work about the house would injure no one. It is her presence there, the presence of a woman who has falsely pretended to be married, when she knew very well that she had no husband." "When she knew that she had two," said Lady Margaret. "And fancy, Lady Margaret, Lady Bracy absolutely asked her to go to Carstairs! That woman was always infatuated about Dr. Wortle.
And when damages came to be considered, much weight would be placed naturally on the attention which the Bishop had paid to the article. The result of this was that the Bishop invited the Doctor to come and spend a night with him in the palace. The Doctor went, reaching the palace only just before dinner. During dinner and in the drawing-room Dr. Wortle made himself very pleasant.
"My darling," said the mother, embracing her, "I could not believe you more thoroughly even though I saw it all, and heard it all." That night Mrs. Wortle felt herself constrained to tell the whole story to her husband. It was indeed impossible for her to keep any secret from her husband. When Mary, in her younger years, had torn her frock or cut her finger, that was always told to the Doctor.
If I could befriend him otherwise I would do so; and that is what I expect from Dr. Wortle. We shall have to go, and I shall be forced to approve of our dismissal." In this way Mr. Peacocke came definitely and clearly to a conclusion in his own mind. But it was very different with Dr. Wortle.
Then as she was taking her leave, she made a suggestion. "Some of the boys will be taken away, I suppose. The Doctor probably expects that." "I don't know what he expects," said Mrs. Wortle. "Some are always going, and when they go, others come in their places. As for me, I wish he would give the school up altogether."
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