The Warden by Anthony Trollope (books to read for self improvement .TXT) 📕

you now find that the game costs more than it’s worth, and so you make up your mind to have done with it. A prudent resolution, Mr. Bold; but it is a pity you should have been so long coming to it. Has it struck you that we may not now choose to give over? that we may find it necessary to punish the injury you have done to us? Are you aware, sir, that we have gone to enormous expense to resist this iniquitous attempt of yours?”

Bold’s face was now furiously red, and he nearly crushed his hat between his hands; but he said nothing.

“We have found it necessary to employ the best advice that money could procure. Are you aware, sir, what may be the probable cost of securing the services of the attorney-general?”

“Not in the least, Dr. Grantly.”

“I dare say not, sir. When you recklessly put this affair into the hands of your friend Mr. Finney, whose six-and-eightpences and thirteen-and-fourpences may, probably, not amount to a large sum, you were indifferent as to the cost and suffering which such a proceeding might entail on others; but are you aware, sir, that these crushing costs must now come out of your own pocket?”

“Any demand of such a nature which Mr. Harding’s lawyer may have to make will doubtless be made to my lawyer.”

“ ‘Mr. Harding’s lawyer and my lawyer!’ Did you come here merely to refer me to the lawyers? Upon my word I think the honour of your visit might have been spared! And now, sir, I’ll tell you what my opinion is:⁠—my opinion is, that we shall not allow you to withdraw this matter from the courts.”

“You can do as you please, Dr. Grantly; good morning.”

“Hear me out, sir,” said the archdeacon; “I have here in my hands the last opinion given in this matter by Sir Abraham Haphazard. I dare say you have already heard of this;⁠—I dare say it has had something to do with your visit here today.”

“I know nothing whatever of Sir Abraham Haphazard or his opinion.”

“Be that as it may, here it is; he declares most explicitly that under no phasis of the affair whatever have you a leg to stand upon; that Mr. Harding is as safe in his hospital as I am here in my rectory; that a more futile attempt to destroy a man was never made, than this which you have made to ruin Mr. Harding. Here,” and he slapped the paper on the table, “I have this opinion from the very first lawyer in the land; and under these circumstances you expect me to make you a low bow for your kind offer to release Mr. Harding from the toils of your net! Sir, your net is not strong enough to hold him; sir, your net has fallen to pieces, and you knew that well enough before I told you;⁠—and now, sir, I’ll wish you good morning, for I’m busy.”

Bold was now choking with passion. He had let the archdeacon run on because he knew not with what words to interrupt him; but now that he had been so defied and insulted, he could not leave the room without some reply.

“Dr. Grantly,” he commenced.

“I have nothing further to say or to hear,” said the archdeacon. “I’ll do myself the honour to order your horse.” And he rang the bell.

“I came here, Dr. Grantly, with the warmest, kindest feelings⁠—”

“Oh, of course you did; nobody doubts it.”

“With the kindest feelings;⁠—and they have been most grossly outraged by your treatment.”

“Of course they have;⁠—I have not chosen to see my father-in-law ruined; what an outrage that has been to your feelings!”

“The time will come, Dr. Grantly, when you will understand why I called upon you today.”

“No doubt, no doubt. Is Mr. Bold’s horse there? That’s right; open the front door. Good morning, Mr. Bold;” and the doctor stalked into his own drawing-room, closing the door behind him, and making it quite impossible that John Bold should speak another word.

As he got on his horse, which he was fain to do feeling like a dog turned out of a kitchen, he was again greeted by little Sammy.

“Goodbye, Mr. Bold; I hope we may have the pleasure of seeing you again before long; I am sure papa will always be glad to see you.”

That was certainly the bitterest moment in John Bold’s life. Not even the remembrance of his successful love could comfort him; nay, when he thought of Eleanor he felt that it was that very love which had brought him to such a pass. That he should have been so insulted, and be unable to reply! That he should have given up so much to the request of a girl, and then have had his motives so misunderstood! That he should have made so gross a mistake as this visit of his to the archdeacon’s! He bit the top of his whip, till he penetrated the horn of which it was made: he struck the poor animal in his anger, and then was doubly angry with himself at his futile passion. He had been so completely checkmated, so palpably overcome! and what was he to do? He could not continue his action after pledging himself to abandon it; nor was there any revenge in that;⁠—it was the very step to which his enemy had endeavoured to goad him!

He threw the reins to the servant who came to take his horse, and rushed upstairs into his drawing-room, where his sister Mary was sitting.

“If there be a devil,” said he, “a real devil here on earth, it is Dr. Grantly.” He vouchsafed her no further intelligence, but again seizing his hat, he rushed out, and took his departure for London without another word to anyone.

XIII The Warden’s Decision

The meeting between Eleanor and her father was not so stormy as that described in the last chapter, but it was hardly more successful. On her return from Bold’s house she found her father in a strange state. He was not sorrowful and silent as he