Littlemiseriesofthatkindwouldcrowduponhim。Hehadarrivedatatimeinlifeinwhichsuchmiseriesmakesuchmenverymiserable；butyethethoughtthathecouldendurethem。Andwhatotherwretchednesswouldcometohim？Shewouldscoldhim——frightfully，loudly，scornfully，andworsethanall，continually。Butofthishehadsomuchhabitually，thatanythingaddedmightbebornealso；——ifonlyhecouldbesurethatthescoldingsshouldgooninprivate，thattheworldofthepalaceshouldnotbeallowedtoheartherevilingstowhichhewouldbesubjected。Buttobescoldedpubliclywasthegreatevilwhichhedreadedbeyondallevils。Hewaswellawarethatthepalacewouldknowhismisfortune，thatitwasknown，andfreelydiscussedbyall，fromtheexaminingchaplaindowntothepalaceboot—boy；——nay，thatitwasknowntoallthediocese；butyethecouldsmileuponthosearoundhim，andlookasthoughheheldhisownlikeothermen——unlesswhenopenviolencewasdisplayed。Butwhenthatvoicewasheardaloudalongthecorridorsofthepalace，andwhenhewassummonedimperiouslybythewoman，callingforthebishop，sothatallBarchesterheardit，andwhenhewascompelledtocreepforthfromhisstudy，atthesoundofthatsummons，withdistressedface，andshakinghands，andshorthurryingsteps——abeingtobepitiedevenbyadeacon——notventuringtoassumeanairofmasterdomshouldhechancetomeetahousemaidonthestairs——then，atsuchmomentsasthat，hewouldfeelthatanysubmissionwasbetterthanthemiserywhichhesuffered。Andhewellknewthatshouldhenowrebel，thewholehousewouldbeinaturmoil。Hewouldbebishopedhere，bishopedthere，beforetheeyesofallpalatialmenandwomen，tilllifewouldbeaburdentohim。Sohegotupfromhisseatoverthefire，andwenttohisdeskandwrotetheletter。Theletterwasasfollows：——
　　THEPALACE，BARCHESTER，——December，186—’
　　’REVERENDSIR，——
　　（heleftoutthedear，becauseheknewthatifheinsertedithewouldbecompelledtowritetheletteroveragain）。
　　’Ihaveheardtodaywiththegreatesttroubleofspirit，thatyouhavebeentakenbeforeabenchofmagistratesassembledatSilverbridge，havingpreviouslybeenarrestedbythepoliceinyourparsonagehouseatHogglestock，andthatthemagistratesofSilverbridgehavecommittedyoutotakeyourtrialatthenextassizesatBarchester，onachargeoftheft。
　　’Farbeitfrommetoprejudgethecase。Youwillunderstand，reverendsir，thatIexpressnoopinionwhateverastoyourguiltorinnocenceinthismatter。Ifyouhavebeenguilty，maytheLordgiveyougracetorepentofyourgreatsinandtomakesuchamendsasmaycomefromimmediateacknowledgementandconfession，ifyouareinnocent，mayHeprotectyou，andmakeyourinnocenceshinebeforeallmen。IneithercasemaytheLordbewithyouandkeepyourfeetfromfurtherstumbling。
　　’ButIwritetoyounowasyourbishop，toexplaintoyouthat，circumstancedasyouare，youcannotwithdecencyperformthechurchservicesofyourparish。IhavethatconfidenceinyouthatI
　　doubtnotthatyouwillagreewithmeinthis，andwillbegratefultomeforrelievingyoufromtheimmediateperplexitiesofyourposition。Ihave，therefore，appointedRevCalebThumbletoperformthedutiesofincumbentofHogglestocktillsuchtimeasajuryshallhavedecideduponyourcaseatBarchester；
　　andinorderthatyoumayatoncebecomeacquaintedwithMrThumble，aswillbemostconvenientthatyoushoulddo，Iwillcommissionhimtodeliverthisletterintoyourhandpersonallytomorrow，trustingthatyouwillreceivehimwiththatbrotherlyspiritinwhichheissentonthispainfulmission。
　　’TouchingtheremunerationtowhichMrThumblewillbecomeentitledforhistemporaryministrationintheparishofHogglestock，Idonotatpresentlaydownanystrictinjunction。Hemust，atanyrate，bepaidataratenotlessthanthatordinarilyaffordedforacurate。
　　’IwillonceagainexpressmyferventhopethattheLordmaybringyoutoseethetruestateofyourownsoul，andthatHemayfillyouwiththegraceofrepentance，sothatthebitterwavesofthepresenthourmaynotpassoveryourheadanddestroyyou。
　　’Ihavethehonourtobe，ReverendSir，’YourfaithfulservantinChrist，’T。BARNUM’
　　（BaronumCastrumhavingbeentheoldRomannamefromwhichthemodernBarchesterisderived，thebishopsofthediocesehavealwayssignedthemselvesBarnum。）
　　ThebishophadhardlyfinishedhisletterwhenMrsProudiereturnedtothestudy，followedbytheRevCalebThumble。MrThumblewasalittleman，aboutfortyyearsofage，whohadawifeandchildrenlivinginBarchester，andwhoexistedonsuchchanceclericalcrumbsasmightfallfromthetableofthebishop’spatronage。PeopleinBarchestersaidthatMrsThumblewasacousinofMrsProudie’s；butasMrsProudiestoutlydeniedtheconnexion，itmaybesupposedthatthepeopleofBarchesterwerewrong。And，hadMrThumble’swifeintruthbeenacousin，MrsProudiewouldsurelyhaveprovidedforhimduringthemanyyearsinwhichthediocesehadbeeninherhands。Nosuchprovisionhadbeenmade，andMrThumble，whohadnotbeenlivinginthedioceseforthreeyears，hadreceivednothingelsefromthebishopthansuchchanceemploymentasthiswhichhewasnottoundertakeatHogglestock。Hewasahumble，mild—voicedman，whenwithinthepalaceprecincts，andhadsofarsucceededinmakinghiswayamonghisbrethreninthecathedralcityastobeemployednotunfrequentlyforabsentminorcanonsinchantingtheweek—dayservices，beingremuneratedforhisworkattherateofabouttwoshillingsandsixpenceaservice。
　　Thebishophandedthelettertohiswife，observinginanoff—handkindofwaythatshemightaswellseewhathesaid。’OfcourseIshallreadit，’saidMrsProudie。Andthebishopwinced，visibly，becauseMrThumblewaspresent。’Quiteright，’saidMrsProudie，’quiterighttolethimknowthatyouknewhehadbeenarrested——actuallyarrestedbythepolice。’
　　’Ithoughtitpropertomentionthat，becauseofthescandal，’saidthebishop。
　　’Oh，ithasbeenterribleinthecity，’saidMrThumble。
　　’Nevermind，MrThumble，’saidMrsProudie。’Nevermindthatatpresent。’Thenshecontinuedtoreadtheletter。’What’sthis？
　　Confession！Thatmustcomeout，bishop。Itwillneverdothatyoushouldrecommendconfessiontoanybody，underanycircumstances。’
　　’But，mydea——’
　　’Itmustcomeout，bishop。’
　　’Mylordhasnotmeantauricularconfession，’suggestedMrThumble。ThenMrsProudieturnedaroundandlookedatMrThumble，andMrThumblenearlysankamidstthetablesandchairs。’Ibegyourpardon，MrsProudie，’hesaid，’Ididn’tmeantointrude。’
　　’Thewordmustcomeout，bishop，’repeatedMrsProudie。’Thereshouldbenostumblingblockspreparedforfeetthatareonlytooreadytofall。’Andtheworddidcomeout。
　　’Now，MrThumble，’saidthelady，asshegavethelettertohersatellite，’thebishopandIwishyoutobeatHogglestockearlytomorrow。Youshouldtherenotlaterthanten，certainly。’ThenshepauseduntilMrThumblehadgiventherequiredpromise。’Andwerequestthatyouwillbeveryfirminthemissionwhichisconfidedtoyou，amissionwhich，asofcourse，yousee，isofaverydelicateandimportantnature。Youmustbefirm。’
　　’Iwillendeavour，’saidMrThumble。
　　’ThebishopandIbothfeelthatthismostunfortunatemanmustnotunderanycircumstancesbeallowedtoperformtheservicesoftheChurchwhilethischargeishangingoverhim——achargeastothetruthofwhichnosanemancanentertainadoubt。’
　　’I’mafraidnot，MrsProudie，’saidMrThumble。
　　’ThebishopandIthereforearemostanxiousthatyoushouldmakeMrCrawleyunderstandatonce——atonce，’andthelady，asshespoke，liftedupherhandwithaneloquentviolencewhichhaditseffectonMrThumble，’thatheisinhibited，’——thebishopshookinhisshoes——’inhibitedfromtheperformanceofanyofhissacredduties。’
　　Thereupon，MrThumblepromisedobedienceandwenthisway。
　　CHAPTERXII
　　MRCRAWLEYSEEKSFORSYMPATHY
　　MatterswentverybadlyindeedintheparsonageatHogglestock。OntheFridaymorning，themorningofthedayafterhiscommittal，MrCrawleygotupveryearly，longbeforethedaylight，anddressinghimselfinthedark，gropedhiswaydownstairs。Hiswifehavingvainlystriventopersuadehimtoremainwherehewas，followedhimintothecoldroombelowwithalightedcandle。Shefoundhimstandingwithhishatonandwithhisoldcloak，asthoughhewerepreparedtogoout。’Whydoyoudothis？’shesaid。’Youwillmakeyourselfillwiththecoldandthenightair；andthenyou，andItoo，willbeworsethanwenoware。’
　　’Wecannotbeworse。Youcannotbeworse，andformeitdoesnotsignify。Letitpass。’
　　’Iwillnotletyoupass，Josiah。Beamanandbearit。AskGodforstrength，insteadofseekingitinanover—indulgenceofyourownsorrow。’
　　’Indulgence！’
　　’Yes，love；——indulgence。Itisindulgence。Youwillallowyourmindtodwellonnothingforamomentbutyourownwrongs。’
　　’WhatelsehaveIthatIcanthinkof？Isnotalltheworldagainstme？’
　　’AmIagainstyou？’
　　’SometimesIthinkyouare。Whenyouaccusemeofself—indulgenceyouareagainstme——me，whoformyselfhavedesirednothingbuttobeallowedtodomyduty，andtohavebreadenoughtokeepmealive，andclothestomakemedecent。’
　　’Isitnotself—indulgence，thisgivingwaytogrief？Whowouldknowsowellasyouhowtoteachthelessonofendurancetoothers？Come，love。
　　Laydownyourhat。Itcannotbefittingthatyoushouldgooutintothewetandcoldoftherawmorning。’
　　Foramomenthehesitated，butassheraisedherhandtotakehiscloakfromhimhedrewbackfromher，andwouldnotpermitit。’IshallfindthoseupwhomIwanttosee，’hesaid。’Imustvisitmyflock，andI
　　darenotgothroughtheparishbydaylightlesttheyhootaftermeasathief。’
　　’NotoneinHogglestockwouldsayawordtoinsultyou。’
　　’Wouldtheynot？Theverychildrenintheschoolwhisperatme。Letmepass，Isay。Ithasnotyetcometothat，thatIshouldbestoppedinmyegressandingress。Theyhave——bailedme；andwhiletheirbaillasts，I
　　maygowhereIwill。’
　　’Oh，Josiah，whatwordstome！HaveIeverstoppedyourliberty？WouldInotgivemylifetosecureit？’
　　’Letmego，then，now。ItellyouthatIhavebusinessinhand。’
　　’ButIwillgowithyou。Iwellbereadyinaninstant。’
　　’Yougo！Whyshouldyougo？Aretherenotthechildrenforyoutomind？’
　　’ThereisonlyJane。’
　　’Staywithher，then。Whyshouldyougoabouttheparish？’Shestillheldhimbythecloak，andlookedanxiouslyupintohisface。’Woman，’
　　hesaid，raisinghisvoice，’whatisthatyoudread？Icommandyoutotellmewhatitisyoufear？’Hehadnowtakenholdofherbytheshoulder，slightlythrustingherfromhim，sothathemightseeherface，bythedimlightofthesinglecandle。’Speak，Isay。WhatisitthatyouthinkIshalldo？’
　　’Dearest，Iknowthatyouwillbebetterathome，betterwithme，thanyoucanbeonsuchamorningasthisoutinthecolddampair。’
　　’Andisthatall？’Helookedhardather，whileshereturnedhisgazewithbeseechinglovingeyes。’Ittherenothingbehind，thatyouwillnottellme？’
　　Shepausedforamomentbeforeshereplied。Shehadneverliedtohim。
　　Shecouldnotlietohim。’Iwishyouknewmyhearttowardsyou，’shesaid，’withallandeverythinginit。’
　　’Iknowyourheartwell，butIwanttoknowyourmind。Whywouldyoupersuademenottogooutamongmypoor？’
　　’Becauseitwillbebadforyoutobeoutaloneinthedarklanes，inthemudandwet，thinkingofyoursorrow。Youwillbroodoverittillyouwillloseyoursensesthroughtheintensityofyourgrief。Youwillstandoutinthecoldair，forgetfulofeverythingaroundyou，tillyourlimbswillbenumbed，andyourbloodchilled——’
　　’Andthen——？’
　　’Oh，Josiah，donotholdmelikethat，andlookatmesoangrily。’
　　’AndeventhenIwillbearmyburdentilltheLordinHismercyshallseefittorelieveme。EventhenIwillendure，thoughabarebodkinorleafofhemlockwouldputanendtoit。Letmepasson；youneedfearnothing。’
　　Shedidlethimpasswithoutanotherword，andhewentoutofthehouse，shuttingthedoorafterhimnoiselessly，andclosingthewicketgateofthegarden。Forawhileshesatherselfdownonthenearestchair，andtriedtomakeuphermindhowshemightbesttreathiminhispresentstateofmind。Asregardedthepresentmorningherheartwasatease。
　　Shenewthathewoulddonownothingofthatwhichshehadapprehended。
　　Shecouldtrusthimnottobefalseinhiswordtoher，thoughshecouldnotbeforehavetrustedhimnottocommitsomuchheavierasin。Ifhewouldreallyemployhimselffrommorningtillnightamongthepoor，hewouldbebetterso——histroublewouldbeeasierofendurance——thanwithanyotheremploymentwhichhecouldadopt。Whatshemostdreadedwasthatheshouldsitidleoverthefireanddonothing。Whenhewassoseatedshecouldreadhismind，asthoughitwasopentoherasabook。
　　Shehadbeenquiterightwhenshehadaccusedhimofover—indulgenceinhisgrief。Hedidgivewaytoittillitbecamealuxurytohim——aluxurywhichshewouldnothavehadthehearttodenyhim，hadshenotfeltittobeofallluxuriesthemostpernicious。Duringtheselonghours，inwhichhewouldsitspeechless，doingnothing，hewastellinghimselffromminutetominutethatofallGod’screatures，hewasthemostheavilyafflicted，andwasrevellinginthesenseoftheinjusticedonetohim。Hewasrecallingallthefactsoflife，hiseducation，whichhadbeencostly，and，asregardedknowledge，successful；hisvocationtotheChurch，wheninhisyouthhehaddeterminedtodevotehimselftotheserviceofhisSaviour，disregardingpromotionorthefavourofmen；theshort，sweetdaysofhisearlylove，inwhichhehaddevotedhimselfagain——thinkingnothingofself，buteverythingofher；
　　hisdiligentworking，inwhichhehadeverdonehisveryutmostfortheparishinwhichhewasplaced，andalwayshisbestforthepoorest；thesuccessofothermenwhohadbeenhiscompeers，and，ashetoooftentoldhimself，intellectuallyhisinferiors；thenofhischildren，whohadbeencarriedofffromhislovetothechurchyard——overwhosegraveshehimselfhadstood，readingoutthepatheticwordsofthefuneralservicewithunswervingvoiceandableedingheart；andthenofhischildrenstillliving，wholovedtheirmothersomuchbetterthantheylovedhim。Andhewouldrecallthecircumstancesoftheirpoverty——howhehadbeendriventoacceptalms，toflyfromcreditors，tohidehimself，toseehischairsandtablesseizedbeforetheeyesofthoseoverwhomhehadbeensetastheirspiritualpastor。Andinitall，I
　　think，therewasnothingsobittertothemanasthederogationfromthespiritualgrandeurofhispositionaspriestamongmen，whichcameasonenecessaryresultfromhispoverty。StPaulcouldgoforthwithoutmoneyinhispurseorshoesonhisfeetortwosuitstohisback，andhispovertyneverstoodinthewayofhispreaching，orhinderedthevenerationofthefaithful。StPaul，indeed，wascalledupontobearstripes，wasflungintoprison，encounteredterribledangers。ButMrCrawley——sohetoldhimself——couldhaveencounteredallthatwithoutflinching。Thestripesandscornoftheunfaithfulwouldhavebeennothingtohim，ifonlythefaithfulwouldhavebelievedinhim，poorashewas，astheywouldhavebelievedinhimhadhebeenrich！Eventheywhomhehadmostlovedandtreatedhimalmostwithderision，becausehewasnowdifferentfromthem。DeanArabinhadlaughedathimbecausehehadpersistedinwalkingtenmilesthroughthemudinsteadofbeingconveyedinthedean’scarriage；andyet，afterthat，hehadbeendriventoacceptthedean’scharity！Noonerespectedhim。Noone！Hisverywifethoughtthathewasalunatic。Andnowhehadbeenpubliclybrandedasathief；andinalllikelihoodwouldendhisdaysinagaol！Suchwerealwayshisthoughtsashesatidle，silent，moody，overthefire；
　　andhiswifeknewwelltheircurrents。Itwouldcertainlybebetterthatheshoulddrivehimselftosomeemployment，ifanyemploymentcouldbefoundpossibleforhim。
　　Whenshehadbeenaloneforafewminutes，MrsCrawleygotupfromherchair，andgoingintothekitchen，lightedthefirethere，andputthekettleoverit，andbegantopreparesuchbreakfastforherhusbandasthemeansinthehouseafforded。Thenshecalledthesleepingservant—girl，whowaslittlemorethanachild，andwentintoherowngirl’sroom，andthenshegotintobedwithherdaughter。
　　’Ihavebeenupwithyourpapa，dear，andIamcold。’
　　’Oh，mamma，poormamma！Whyispapaupsoearly？’
　　’Hehasgoneouttovisitsomeofthebrickmakers，beforetheygototheirwork。Itisbetterforhimtobeemployed。’
　　’But，mamma，itispitchdark。’
　　’Yes，dear，itisstilldark。Sleepagainforawhile，andIwillsleeptoo。IthinkGracewillbeheretonight，andthentherewillbenoroomformehere。’
　　MrCrawleywentforthandmadehiswaywithrapidstepstoaportionofthisparishnearlytwomilesfromhishouse，throughwhichwascarriedacanal，affordingwatercommunicationinsomeintricatewaybothtoLondonandBristol。Andonthebrinkofthiscanaltherehadsprungupacolonyofbrickmakers，thenatureoftheearthinthosepartscombiningwiththecanaltomakebrickmakingasuitabletrade。Theworkmenthereassembledwerenot，forthemostpart，native—bornHogglestockians，orfolkdescendedfromHogglestockianparents。Theyhadcomethitherfromunknownregions，aslabourersofthatclassdocomewhentheyareneeded。Someyoungmenfromthatandneighbouringparisheshadjoinedthemselvestothecolony，alluredbywages，anddisregardingthemenacesoftheneighbouringfarmers；buttheywereallinappearanceandmannersnearerakintotheraceofnavviesthantoordinaryrurallabourers。
　　Theyhadabadnameinthecountry；butitmaybethattheirnamewasworsethantheirdeserts。Thefarmershatedthem，andconsequentlytheyhatedthefarmers。Theyhadabeershop，andagrocer’sshop，andahuxter’sshopfortheirownaccommodation，andwereconsequentlyvilifiedbythesmallold—establishedtradesmenaroundthem。Theygotdrunkoccasionally，butIdoubtwhethertheydrankmorethandidthefarmersthemselvesonmarket—day。Theyfoughtamongthemselvessometimes，buttheyforgaveeachotherfreely，andseemedtohavenoobjectiontoblackeyes。Ifearthattheywerenotalwaysgoodtotheirwives，norweretheirwivesalwaysgoodtothem；butitshouldberememberedthatamongthepoor，especiallywhentheyliveinclusters，suchmisfortunescannotbehiddenastheymayamidstthedecentbelongingsofmorewealthypeople。Thattheyworkedveryhardwascertain；anditwascertainalsothatveryfewoftheirnumberevercameuponthepoorrates。Whatbecameoftheoldbrickmakersnooneknew。Whoeverseesaworn—outnavvy？
　　MrCrawley，eversincefirstcomingintoHogglestock，hadbeenverybusyamongthesebrickmakers，andbynomeanswithoutsuccess。Indeedthefarmershadquarrelledwithhimbecausethebrickmakershadsocrowdedtheparishchurch，astoleavebutscantroomfordecentpeople。’Dootheyfolkpaytithes？That’swhatIwant’untotellme？’arguedonefarmer——notaltogetherunnaturally，believingashedidthatMrCrawleywaspaidbytithesoutofhisownpocket。ButMrCrawleyhaddonehisbesttomakethebrickmakerwelcomeatthechurch，scandalisingthefarmersbycausingthemtositorstandinanyportionofthechurchwhichwashithertounappropriated。Hehadbeenconstantinhispersonalvisitstothem，andhadfelthimselftomoreaStPaulwiththemthanwithanyotherofhisneighboursaroundhim。
　　Itwasacoldmorning，buttherainoftheprecedingeveninghadgivenwaytofrost，andtheair，thoughsharp，wasdry。Thegroundunderthefeetwascrisp，havingfeltthewindandfrost，andwasnolongercloggedwithmud。Inhispresentstateofmindthewalkwasgoodforourpoorpastor，andexhilaratedhim；butstill，ashewent，hethoughtalwaysofhisinjuries。Hisownwifebelievedthathewasabouttocommitsuicide，andforsobelievinghewasveryangrywithher；andyet，ashewellknew，theideaofmakingawaywithhimselfhadflittedthroughhisownmindadozentimes。Notfromhisownwifecouldhegetrealsympathy。Hewouldseewhathecoulddowithacertainbrickmakerofhisacquaintance。
　　’Areyouhere，Dan？’hesaid，knockingatthedoorofacottagewhichstoodalone，closetothetowingpathofthecanal，andclosealsotoaforlorncornerofthemuddy，watery，ugly，disorderedbrick—field。Itwasnowjustpastsixo’clock，andthemenwouldberising，asinmidwintertheycommencedtheirworkatseven。Thecottagewasanunalluring，straightbrick—builttenement，seemingasthoughintendedtobeoneofarowwhichhadneverprogressedbeyondNumberOne。Avoiceansweredfromtheinterior，inquiringwhowasthevisitor，towhichMrCrawleyrepliedbygivinghisname。Thenthekeywasturnedinthelock，andDanMorris，thebrickmaker，appearedwithacandleinhishand。Hehadbeenengagedinlightingthefire，withaviewtohisownbreakfast。
　　’Whereisyourwife，Dan？’askedMrCrawley。Themanansweredbypointingwithashortpoker，whichheheldinhishand，tothebed，whichwashalf—screenedfromtheroombyaraggedcurtain，whichhungfromtheceilinghalf—waydowntothefloor。’AndaretheDarvelshere？’
　　askedMrCrawley。ThenMorris，againusingthepoker，pointedupwards，showingthattheDarvelswerestillintheirallottedabodeupstairs。
　　’You’reearlyout，MusterCrawley，’saidMorris，andthenhewentonwithhisfire。’Dratthesticks，iftheybean’taswetastheold’unhisself。Getup，oldwoman，anddoyoudoit，forIcan’t。Theywun’tkindleforme，nohow。’Buttheoldwoman，havingwellnotedthepresenceofMrCrawley，thoughtitbettertoremainwhereshewas。
　　MrCrawleysathimselfdownbytheobstinatefire，andbegantoarrangethesticks。’Dan，Dan，’saidavoicefromthebed，’sureyouwouldn’tlethisreverencetroublehimselfwiththefire。’
　　’HowbeItokeephimfromit，ifhechooses？Ididn’taxhim。’ThenMorrisstoodbyandwatched，andafterawhileMrCrawleysucceededinhisattempt。
　　’Howcoulditburnwhenyouhadnotgiventhesmallsparkacurrentofairtohelpit？’saidMrCrawley。
　　’Incoursenot，’saidthewoman，’buthebesuchstupid。’
　　Thehusbandsaidnowordinacknowledgementofthiscompliment，nordidhethankMrCrawleyforwhathehaddone，norappearasthoughheintendedtotakeanynoticeofhim。HewasgoingonwithhisworkwhenMrCrawleyagaininterruptedhim。
　　’HowdidyougetbackfromSilverbridgeyesterday，Dan？’
　　’Footedit——alltheblessedway。’
　　’It’sonlyeightmiles。’
　　’AndIfooteditthere，andthat’ssixteen。AndIpaidone—and—
　　sixpenceforbeerandgrub；——s’helpmeIdid。’
　　’Dan！’saidavoicefromthebed，rebukinghimfortheimproprietyofhislanguage。
　　’Well；Ibegpardon，butIdid。Andtheyguv’metwobob；——justtwoplainshillingsby——’
　　’Dan！’
　　’AndI’d’vearnedthree—and—sixhereatbrickmakingeasy；that’swhatI
　　wuld。How’sapoormantolivethatway？They’llnotcotchmeatBarchester’Sizesatthatprice；theymaybesureofthat。Lookthere——that’swhatI’vegotformyday。’Andheputhishandintohisbreeches—pocketandfetchedoutasixpence。’How’samantofillhisbellyoutofthat。Damnation！’
　　’Dan！’
　　’Well，whatdidIsay？Holdyourjaw，willyou，andnotbehalloaingatmethatway？IknowwhatIamsayingof，andwhatI’madoingof。’
　　’Iwishthey’dgivenyousomethingmorewithallmyheart，’saidCrawley。
　　’Weknowsthat，’criedthewomanfromthebed。’Weissureofthat，yourreverence。’
　　’Sixpence！’saidtheman，scornfully。’Ifthey’dhaveguv’menothingatallbuttherunofmyteethatthepublic—house，I’d’vetakenitbetter。Butsixpence！’