The Warden is very Obstinate
Dr. Grantly is here, sir, greeted his ears before the door was well open, and Mrs. Grantly; they have a sitting-room above, and are waiting up for you.
There was something in the tone of the mans voice which seemed to indicate that even he looked upon the warden as a runaway schoolboy, just recaptured by his guardian, and that he pitied the culprit, though he could not but be horrified at the crime.
The warden endeavoured to appear unconcerned, as he said, Oh, indeed! Ill 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 a dingy sofa behind him reclined his patient wife.
Papa, I thought you were never coming back, said the lady; its twelve oclock.
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?
Isnt it? asked the warden, innocently. Well, at any rate, Ive done it now. Sir Abraham didnt 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 Hirams will to me. He couldnt 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 armchair.
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. Im sure, Sir Abraham did not advise any such step.
Mr. Harding could not say that he had.
I am sure he disadvised you from it, continued the reverend cross-examiner.
Mr. Harding could not deny this.
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