DrGrantlyVisitstheHospitalThoughdoubtandhesitationdisturbedtherestofourpoorwarden，nosuchweaknessperplexedthenoblerbreastofhisson-in-law。Astheindomitablecockpreparingforthecombatsharpenshisspurs，shakeshisfeathers，anderectshiscomb，sodidthearchdeaconarrangehisweaponsforthecomingwar，withoutmisgivingandwithoutfear。Thathewasfullyconfidentofthejusticeofhiscauseletnoonedoubt。Manyamancanfighthisbattlewithgoodcourage，butwithadoubtingconscience。SuchwasnotthecasewithDrGrantly。HedidnotbelieveintheGospelwithmoreassurancethanhedidinthesacredjusticeofallecclesiasticalrevenues。WhenheputhisshouldertothewheeltodefendtheincomeofthepresentandfutureprecentorsofBarchester，hewasanimatedbyasstrongasenseofaholycause，asthatwhichgivescouragetoamissionaryinAfrica，orenablesasisterofmercytogiveupthepleasuresoftheworldforthewardsofahospital。Hewasabouttodefendtheholyofholiesfromthetouchoftheprofane；toguardthecitadelofhischurchfromthemostrampantofitsenemies；toputonhisgoodarmourinthebestoffights；andsecure，ifpossible，thecomfortsofhiscreedforcominggenerationsofecclesiasticaldignitaries。Suchaworkrequirednoordinaryvigour；andthearchdeaconwas，therefore，extraordinarilyvigorous。Itdemandedabuoyantcourage，andahearthappyinitstoil；andthearchdeacon’sheartwashappy，andhiscouragewasbuoyant。
　　Heknewthathewouldnotbeabletoanimatehisfather-in-lawwithfeelingslikehisown，butthisdidnotmuchdisturbhim。Hepreferredtobearthebruntofthebattlealone，anddidnotdoubtthatthewardenwouldresignhimselfintohishandswithpassivesubmission。
　　’Well，MrChadwick，’hesaid，walkingintothesteward’sofficeadayortwoafterthesigningofthepetitionascommemoratedinthelastchapter:’anythingfromCoxandCumminsthismorning？’MrChadwickhandedhimaletter；
　　whichheread，strokingthetight-gaiteredcalfofhisrightlegashedidso。MessrsCoxandCumminsmerelysaidthattheyhadasyetreceivednonoticefromtheiradversaries；thattheycouldrecommendnopreliminarysteps；butthatshouldanyproceedingreallybetakenbythebedesmen，itwouldbeexpedienttoconsultthatveryeminentQueen’sCounsel，SirAbrahamHaphazard。
　　’Iquiteagreewiththem，’saidDrGrantly，refoldingtheletter。’Iperfectlyagreewiththem。Haphazardisnodoubtthebestman；athoroughchurchman，asoundconservative，andineveryrespectthebestmanwecouldget——he’sintheHouse，too，whichisagreatthing。’
　　MrChadwickquiteagreed。
　　’YourememberhowcompletelyheputdownthatscoundrelHorsemanabouttheBishopofBeverley’sincome；howcompletelyhesetthemalladriftintheearl’scase。’SincethequestionofStCrosshadbeenmootedbythepublic，onenoblelordhadbecome’theearl，’parexcellence，inthedoctor’sestimation。
　　’HowhesilencedthatfellowatRochester。OfcoursewemusthaveHaphazard；andI’lltellyouwhat，MrChadwick，wemusttakecaretobeintime，ortheotherpartywillforestallus。’
　　WithallhisadmirationforSirAbraham，thedoctorseemedtothinkitnotimpossiblethatthatgreatmanmightbeinducedtolendhisgiganticpowerstothesideofthechurch’senemies。
　　Havingsettledthispointtohissatisfaction，thedoctorsteppeddowntothehospital，tolearnhowmattersweregoingonthere；andashewalkedacrossthehallowedclose，andlookedupattheravenswhocawedwithapeculiarreverenceashewendedhisway，hethoughtwithincreasedacerbityofthosewhoseimpietywouldventuretodisturbthegoodlygraceofcathedralinstitutions。
　　Andwhohasnotfeltthesame？WebelievethatMrHorsemanhimselfwouldrelent，andthespiritofSirBenjaminHallgiveway，werethosegreatreformerstoallowthemselvestostrollbymoonlightroundthetowersofsomeofourancientchurches。WhowouldnotfeelcharityforaprebendarywhenwalkingthequietlengthofthatlongaisleatWinchester，lookingatthosedecenthouses，thattrimgrass-plat，andfeeling，asonemust，thesolemn，orderlycomfortofthespot！WhocouldbeharduponadeanwhilewanderingroundthesweetcloseofHereford，andowningthatinthatprecinct，toneandcolour，designandform，solemntowerandstoriedwindow，areallinunison，andallperfect！WhocouldliebaskinginthecloistersofSalisbury，andgazeonJewel’slibraryandthatunequalledspire，withoutfeelingthatbishopsshouldsometimesberich！
　　Thetoneofourarchdeacon’smindmustnotastonishus；
　　ithasbeenthegrowthofcenturiesofchurchascendancy；andthoughsomefunginowdisfigurethetree，thoughtherebemuchdeadwood，forhowmuchgoodfruithavenotwetobethankful？Who，withoutremorse，canbatterdownthedeadbranchesofanoldoak，nowuseless，but，ah！stillsobeautiful，ordragoutthefragmentsoftheancientforest，withoutfeelingthattheyshelteredtheyoungerplants，towhichtheyarenowsummonedtogivewayinatonesoperemptoryandsoharsh？
　　Thearchdeacon，withallhisvirtues，wasnotamanofdelicatefeeling；andafterhavingmadehismorningsalutationsinthewarden’sdrawing-room，hedidnotscrupletocommenceanattackon’pestilent’JohnBoldinthepresenceofMissHarding，thoughherightlyguessedthatthatladywasnotindifferenttothenameofhisenemy。
　　’Nelly，mydear，fetchmemyspectaclesfromthebackroom，’saidherfather，anxioustosavebothherblushesandherfeelings。
　　Eleanorbroughtthespectacles，whileherfatherwastrying，inambiguousphrases，toexplaintohertoo-practicalbrother-
　　in-lawthatitmightbeaswellnottosayanythingaboutBoldbeforeher，andthenretreated。NothinghadbeenexplainedtoheraboutBoldandthehospital；but，withawoman’sinstinctsheknewthatthingsweregoingwrong。
　　’Wemustsoonbedoingsomething，’commencedthearchdeacon，wipinghisbrowswithalarge，bright-colouredhandkerchief，forhehadfeltbusy，andhadwalkedquick，anditwasabroilingsummer’sday。’Ofcourseyouhaveheardofthepetition？’
　　MrHardingowned，somewhatunwillingly，thathehadheardofit。
　　’Well’——thearchdeaconlookedforsomeexpressionsofopinion，butnonecoming，hecontinued——’Wemustbedoingsomething，youknow；wemustn’tallowthesepeopletocutthegroundfromunderuswhilewesitlookingon。’Thearchdeacon，whowasapracticalman，allowedhimselftheuseofeverydayexpressivemodesofspeechwhenamonghisclosestintimates，thoughnoonecouldsoarintoamoreintricatelabyrinthofrefinedphraseologywhenthechurchwasthesubject，andhislowerbrethrenwerehisauditors。
　　Thewardenstilllookedmutelyinhisface，makingtheslightestpossiblepasseswithanimaginaryfiddlebow，andstopping，ashedidso，sundryimaginarystringswiththefingersofhisotherhand。’Twashisconstantconsolationinconversationaltroubles。Whilethesevexedhimsorely，thepasseswouldbeshortandslow，andtheupperhandwouldnotbeseentowork；nay，thestringsonwhichitoperatedwouldsometimeslieconcealedinthemusician’spocket，andtheinstrumentonwhichheplayedwouldbebeneathhischair——
　　butashisspiritwarmedtothesubject——ashistrustingheartlookingtothebottomofthatwhichvexedhim，wouldseeitsclearwayout——hewouldrisetoahighermelody，sweeptheunseenstringswithabolderhand，andswiftlyfingeringthecordsfromhisneck，downalonghiswaistcoat，andupagaintohisveryear，createanecstaticstrainofperfectmusic，audibletohimselfandtoStCecilia，andnotwithouteffect。
　　’IquiteagreewithCoxandCummins，’continuedthearchdeacon。’TheysaywemustsecureSirAbrahamHaphazard。
　　IshallnothavetheslightestfearinleavingthecaseinSirAbraham’shands。’
　　Thewardenplayedtheslowestandsaddestoftunes。Itwasbutadirgeononestring。
　　’IthinkSirAbrahamwillnotbelonginlettingMasterBoldknowwhathe’sabout。IfancyIhearSirAbrahamcross-questioninghimattheCommonPleas。’
　　Thewardenthoughtofhisincomebeingthusdiscussed，hismodestlife，hisdailyhabits，andhiseasywork；andnothingissuedfromthatsinglecord，butalowwailofsorrow。’I
　　supposethey’vesentthispetitionuptomyfather。’Thewardendidn’tknow；heimaginedtheywoulddosothisveryday。
　　’WhatIcan’tunderstandis，howyouletthemdoit，withsuchacommandasyouhaveintheplace，orshouldhavewithsuchamanasBunce。Icannotunderstandwhyyouletthemdoit。’
　　’Dowhat？’askedthewarden。
　　’Why，listentothisfellowBold，andthatotherlowpettifogger，Finney——andgetupthispetitiontoo。Whydidn’tyoutellBuncetodestroythepetition？’
　　’Thatwouldhavebeenhardlywise，’saidthewarden。
　　’Wise——yes，itwouldhavebeenverywiseifthey’ddoneitamongthemselves。Imustgouptothepalaceandansweritnow，Isuppose。It’saveryshortanswerthey’llget，Icantellyou。’
　　’Butwhyshouldn’ttheypetition，doctor？’
　　’Whyshouldn’tthey！’respondedthearchdeacon，inaloudbrazenvoice，asthoughallthemeninthehospitalwereexpectedtohearhimthroughthewalls；’whyshouldn’tthey？
　　I’llletthemknowwhytheyshouldn’t:bythebye，warden，I’dliketosayafewwordstothemalltogether。’
　　Thewarden’smindmisgavehim，andevenforamomentheforgottoplay。Hebynomeanswishedtodelegatetohisson-in-lawhisplaceandauthorityofwarden；hehadexpresslydeterminednottointerfereinanystepwhichthemenmightwishtotakeinthematterunderdispute；hewasmostanxiousneithertoaccusethemnortodefendhimself。Allthesethingshewasawarethearchdeaconwoulddoinhisbehalf，andthatnotinthemildestmanner；andyetheknewnothowtorefusethepermissionrequested。
　　’I’dsomuchsoonerremainquietinthematter，’saidhe，inanapologeticvoice。
　　Quiet！’saidthearchdeacon，stillspeakingwithhisbrazentrumpet；’doyouwishtoberuinedinquiet？’
　　’Why，ifIamtoberuined，certainly。’
　　’Nonsense，warden；Itellyousomethingmustbedone