xigencies of rank so required. But he ended the
discussion at last by declaring that he would rest upon the matter
for forty-eight hours. Unfortunately before those forty-eight hours
were over Lord St. George had gone from Turnover Castle, and the
Marquis was left to his own lights. In the meantime, the father and
son and one or two friends, had been shooting over at Bullhampton;
so that no further steps of warfare had been taken when Mr. and Mrs.
Fenwick met the Marquis on the pathway.

On the following day his lordship sat in his own private room
thinking of his grievance. He had thought of it and of little else
for now nearly sixty hours. "Suggest to me to turn out my daughters!
Heaven and earth! My daughters!" He was well aware that, though he
and his son often differed, he could never so safely keep himself out
of trouble as by following his son's advice. But surely this was a
matter per se, standing altogether on its own bottom, very different
from those ordinary details of life on which he and his son were wont
to disagree. His daughters! The Ladies Sophie and Carolina Stowte! It
had been suggested to him to turn them out of his house because-- Oh!
oh! The insult was so great that no human marquis could stand it.
He longed to be writing a letter to the bishop. He was proud of his
letters. Pen and paper were at hand, and he did write.

RIGHT REV. AND DEAR LORD BISHOP,

I think it right to represent to your lordship the
conduct,--I believe I may be justified in saying the
misconduct,--of the Reverend ---- Fenwick, the vicar of
Bullhampton.

He knew our friend's Christian name very well, but he did not choose
to have it appear that his august memory had been laden with a thing
so trifling.

You may have heard that there has been a most horrid
murder committed in the parish on one of my tenants; and
that suspicion is rife that the murder was committed in
part by a young man, the son of a miller who lives under
a person who owns some land in the parish. The family is
very bad, one of the daughters being, as I understand,
a prostitute. The other day I thought it right to visit
the parish with the view of preventing, if possible, the
sojourn there among my people of these objectionable
characters. When there I was encountered by Mr. Fenwick,
not only in a most unchristian spirit, but in a bearing so
little gentlemanlike, that I cannot describe it to you.