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"Because you can trust him, and he cannot in the least trust you," said the Doctor. "You know well enough that if he were to see your brother alive, or to see him dead, you would get the money. At any rate, you have no other way of getting it but what we propose." To all this Robert Lefroy at last a.s.sented.
The prospect before Mr. Peac.o.c.ke for the next three months was certainly very sad. He was to travel from Broughton to St. Louis, and possibly from thence down into the wilds of Texas, in company with this man, whom he thoroughly despised. Nothing could be more abominable to him than such an a.s.sociation; but there was no other way in which the proposed plan could be carried out. He was to pay Lefroy's expenses back to his own country, and could only hope to keep the man true to his purpose by doing so from day to day. Were he to give the man money, the man would at once disappear. Here in England, and in their pa.s.sage across the ocean, the man might, in some degree, be amenable and obedient. But there was no knowing to what he might have recourse when he should find himself nearer to his country, and should feel that his companion was distant from his own.
"You'll have to keep a close watch upon him," whispered the Doctor to his friend. "I should not advise all this if I did not think you were a man of strong nerve."
"I am not afraid," said the other; "but I doubt whether he may not be too many for me. At any rate, I will try it. You will hear from me as I go on."
And so they parted as dear friends part. The Doctor had, in truth, taken the man altogether to his heart since all the circ.u.mstances of the story had come home to him. And it need hardly be said that the other was aware how deep a debt of grat.i.tude he owed to the protector of his wife. Indeed the very money that was to be paid to Robert Lefroy, if he earned it, was advanced out of the Doctor's pocket. Mr. Peac.o.c.ke's means were sufficient for the expenses of the journey, but fell short when these thousand dollars had to be provided.
CHAPTER XI.
THE BISHOP.
MR. PEAc.o.c.kE had been quite right in saying that the secret would at once be known through the whole diocese. It certainly was so before he had been gone a week, and it certainly was the case also that the diocese generally did not approve of the Doctor's conduct. The woman ought not to have been left there. So said the diocese. It was of course the case, that though the diocese knew much, it did not know all. It is impossible to keep such a story concealed, but it is quite as impossible to make known all its details. In the eyes of the diocese the woman was of course the chief sinner, and the chief sinner was allowed to remain at the school! When this a.s.sertion was made to him the Doctor became very angry, saying that Mrs. Peac.o.c.ke did not remain at the school; that, according to the arrangement as at present made, Mrs. Peac.o.c.ke had nothing to do with the school; that the house was his own, and that he might lend it to whom he pleased. Was he to turn the woman out houseless, when her husband had gone, on such an errand, on his advice? Of course the house was his own, but as clergyman of the parish he had not a right to do what he liked with it. He had no right to encourage evil. And the man was not the woman's husband. That was just the point made by the diocese. And she was at the school,--living under the same roof with the boys! The diocese was clearly of opinion that all the boys would be taken away.
The diocese spoke by the voice of its bishop, as a diocese should do.
Shortly after Mr. Peac.o.c.ke's departure, the Doctor had an interview with his lords.h.i.+p, and told the whole story. The doing this went much against the grain with him, but he hardly dared not to do it. He felt that he was bound to do it on the part of Mrs. Peac.o.c.ke if not on his own. And then the man, who had now gone, though he had never been absolutely a curate, had preached frequently in the diocese. He felt that it would not be wise to abstain from telling the bishop.
The bishop was a goodly man, comely in his person, and possessed of manners which had made him popular in the world. He was one of those who had done the best he could with his talent, not wrapping it up in a napkin, but getting from it the best interest which the world's market could afford. But not on that account was he other than a good man. To do the best he could for himself and his family,--and also to do his duty,--was the line of conduct which he pursued. There are some who reverse this order, but he was not one of them. He had become a scholar in his youth, not from love of scholars.h.i.+p, but as a means to success.
The Church had become his profession, and he had worked hard at his calling. He had taught himself to be courteous and urbane, because he had been clever enough to see that courtesy and urbanity are agreeable to men in high places. As a bishop he never spared himself the work which a bishop ought to do. He answered letters, he studied the characters of the clergymen under him, he was just with his patronage, he endeavoured to be efficacious with his charges, he confirmed children in cold weather as well as in warm, he occasionally preached sermons, and he was beautiful and decorous in his gait of manner, as it behoves a clergyman of the Church of England to be. He liked to be master; but even to be master he would not encounter the abominable nuisance of a quarrel. When first coming to the diocese he had had some little difficulty with our Doctor; but the Bishop had abstained from violent a.s.sertion, and they had, on the whole, been friends. There was, however, on the Bishop's part, something of a feeling that the Doctor was the bigger man; and it was probable that, without active malignity, he would take advantage of any chance which might lower the Doctor a little, and bring him more within episcopal power. In some degree he begrudged the Doctor his manliness.
He listened with many smiles and with perfect courtesy to the story as it was told to him, and was much less severe on the unfortunates than Mr.
Puddicombe had been. It was not the wickedness of the two people in living together, or their wickedness in keeping their secret, which offended him so much, as the evil which they were likely to do,--and to have done. "No doubt," he said, "an ill-living man may preach a good sermon, perhaps a better one than a pious G.o.d-fearing clergyman, whose intellect may be inferior though his morals are much better;--but coming from tainted lips, the better sermon will not carry a blessing with it."
At this the Doctor shook his head. "Bringing a blessing" was a phrase which the Doctor hated. He shook his head not too civilly, saying that he had not intended to trouble his lords.h.i.+p on so difficult a point in ecclesiastical morals. "But we cannot but remember," said the Bishop, "that he has been preaching in your parish church, and the people will know that he has acted among them as a clergyman."
"I hope the people, my lord, may never have the Gospel preached to them by a worse man."
"I will not judge him; but I do think that it has been a misfortune. You, of course, were in ignorance."
"Had I known all about it, I should have been very much inclined to do the same."
This was, in fact, not true, and was said simply in a spirit of contradiction. The Bishop shook his head and smiled. "My school is a matter of more importance," said the Doctor.
"Hardly, hardly, Dr. Wortle."
"Of more importance in this way, that my school may probably be injured, whereas neither the morals nor the faith of the paris.h.i.+oners will have been hurt."
"But he has gone."
"He has gone;--but she remains."
"What!" exclaimed the Bishop.
"He has gone, but she remains." He repeated the words very distinctly, with a frown on his brow, as though to show that on that branch of the subject he intended to put up with no opposition,--hardly even with an adverse opinion.
"She had a certain charge, as I understand,--as to the school."
"She had, my lord; and very well she did her work. I shall have a great loss in her,--for the present."
"But you said she remained."
"I have lent her the use of the house till her husband shall come back."
"Mr. Peac.o.c.ke, you mean," said the Bishop, who was unable not to put in a contradiction against the untruth of the word which had been used.
"I shall always regard them as married."
"But they are not."
"I have lent her the house, at any rate, during his absence. I could not turn her into the street."
"Would not a lodging here in the city have suited her better?"
"I thought not. People here would have refused to take her,--because of her story. The wife of some religious grocer, who sands his sugar regularly, would have thought her house contaminated by such an inmate."
"So it would have been, Doctor, to some extent." At hearing this the Doctor made very evident signs of discontent. "You cannot alter the ways of the world suddenly, though by example and precept you may help to improve them slowly. In our present imperfect condition of moral culture, it is perhaps well that the company of the guilty should be shunned."
"Guilty!"
"I am afraid that I must say so. The knowledge that such a feeling exists no doubt deters others from guilt. The fact that wrong-doing in women is scorned helps to maintain the innocence of women. Is it not so?"
"I must hesitate before I trouble your lords.h.i.+p by arguing such difficult questions. I thought it right to tell you the facts after what had occurred. He has gone, she is there,--and there she will remain for the present. I could not turn her out. Thinking her, as I do, worthy of my friends.h.i.+p, I could not do other than befriend her."
"Of course you must be the judge yourself."
"I had to be the judge, my lord."
"I am afraid that the parents of the boys will not understand it."
"I also am afraid. It will be very hard to make them understand it.
There will be some who will work hard to make them misunderstand it."
"I hope not that."
"There will. I must stand the brunt of it. I have had battles before this, and had hoped that now, when I am getting old, they might have been at an end. But there is something left of me, and I can fight still. At any rate, I have made up my mind about this. There she shall remain till he comes back to fetch her." And so the interview was over, the Bishop feeling that he had in some slight degree had the best of it,--and the Doctor feeling that he, in some slight degree, had had the worst. If possible, he would not talk to the Bishop on the subject again.
He told Mr. Puddicombe also. "With your generosity and kindness of heart I quite sympathise," said Mr. Puddicombe, endeavouring to be pleasant in his manner.
"But not with my prudence."
"Not with your prudence," said Mr. Puddicombe, endeavouring to be true at the same time.
But the Doctor's greatest difficulty was with his wife, whose conduct it was necessary that he should guide, and whose feelings and conscience he was most anxious to influence. When she first heard his decision she almost wrung her hands in despair. If the woman could have gone to America, and the man have remained, she would have been satisfied.
Anything wrong about a man was but of little moment,--comparatively so, even though he were a clergyman; but anything wrong about a woman,--and she so near to herself! O dear! And the poor dear boys,--under the same roof with her! And the boys' mammas! How would she be able to endure the sight of that horrid Mrs. Stantiloup;--or Mrs. Stantiloup's words, which would certainly be conveyed to her? But there was something much worse for her even than all this. The Doctor insisted that she should go and call upon the woman! "And take Mary?" asked Mrs. Wortle.
"What would be the good of taking Mary? Who is talking of a child like that? It is for the sake of charity,--for the dear love of Christ, that I ask you to do it. Do you ever think of Mary Magdalene?"