voured to appear unconcerned, as he said, "Oh, indeed!
I'll go upstairs at once;" but he failed signally. There was,
perhaps, a ray of comfort in the presence of his married daughter;
that is to say, of comparative comfort, seeing that his son-in-law
was there; but how much would he have preferred that they should both
have been safe at Plumstead Episcopi! However, upstairs he went,
the waiter slowly preceding him; and on the door being opened the
archdeacon was discovered standing in the middle of the room, erect,
indeed, as usual, but oh! how sorrowful! and on the dingy sofa behind
him reclined his patient wife.

"Papa, I thought you were never coming back," said the lady; "it's
twelve o'clock."

"Yes, my dear," said the warden. "The attorney-general named ten for
my meeting; to be sure ten is late, but what could I do, you know?
Great men will have their own way."

And he gave his daughter a kiss, and shook hands with the doctor, and
again tried to look unconcerned.

"And you have absolutely been with the attorney-general?" asked the
archdeacon.

Mr Harding signified that he had.

"Good heavens, how unfortunate!" And the archdeacon raised his huge
hands in the manner in which his friends are so accustomed to see him
express disapprobation and astonishment. "What will Sir Abraham think
of it? Did you not know that it is not customary for clients to go
direct to their counsel?"

"Isn't it?" asked the warden, innocently. "Well, at any rate, I've
done it now. Sir Abraham didn't seem to think it so very strange."

The archdeacon gave a sigh that would have moved a man-of-war.

"But, papa, what did you say to Sir Abraham?" asked the lady.

"I asked him, my dear, to explain John Hiram's will to me. He
couldn't explain it in the only way which would have satisfied me,
and so I resigned the wardenship."

"Resigned it!" said the archdeacon, in a solemn voice, sad and low,
but yet sufficiently audible,--a sort of whisper that Macready would
have envied, and the galleries have applauded with a couple of rounds.
"Resigned it! Good heavens!" And the dignitary of the church sank
back horrified into a horsehair arm-chair.

"At least I told Sir Abraham that I would resign; and of course I must
now do so."

"Not at all," said the archdeacon, catching a ray of hope. "Nothing
that you say in such a way to your own counsel can be in any way
binding on you; of course you were there to ask his advice. I'm sure