The Last Chronicle of Barset by Anthony Trollope Read Free Book Online

Crawley
    69 Mr Crawley’s Last Appearance in his own Pulpit
    70 Mrs Arabin is Caught
    71 Mr Toogood at Silverbridge
    72 Mr Toogood at ‘The Dragon of Wantly’
    73 There is Comfort at Plumstead
    74 The Crawleys are Informed
    75 Madalina’s Heart is Bleeding
    76 I Think he is Light of Heart
    77 The Shattered Tree
    78 The Arabins Return to Barchester
    79 Mr Crawley Speaks of his Coat
    80 Miss Demolines Desires to Become a Finger-post
    81 Barchester Cloisters
    82 The Last Scene at Hogglestock
    83 Mr Crawley is Conquered
    84 Conclusion

CHAPTER 1

How Did He Get It?
    â€˜I can never bring myself to believe it, John,’ said Mary Walker, the pretty daughter of Mr George Walker, attorney of Silverbridge. Walker and Winthrop was the name of the firm, and they were respectable people, who did all the solicitors’ business that had to be done in that part of Barsetshire on behalf of the Crown, were employed on the local business of the Duke of Omnium who is great in those parts, and altogether held their heads up high, as provincial lawyers often do. They – the Walkers – lived in a great brick house in the middle of the town, gave dinners, to which the county gentlemen not unfrequently condescended to come, and in a mild way led the fashion in Silverbridge. ‘I can never bring myself to believe it, John,’ said Miss Walker.
    â€˜You’ll have to bring yourself to believe it,’ said John, without taking his eyes from his book.
    â€˜A clergyman – and such a clergyman too!’
    â€˜I don’t see that that has anything to do with it.’ And as he now spoke, John did take his eyes off his book. ‘Why should not a clergyman turn thief as well as anybody else? You girls always seem to forget that clergymen are only men after all.’
    â€˜Their conduct is likely to be better than that of other men, I think.’
    â€˜I deny it utterly,’ said John Walker. ‘I’ll undertake to say that at this moment there are more clergymen in debt in Barsetshire than there are either lawyers or doctors. This man has always been in debt. Since he has been in the county I don’t think he has ever been able to show his face in the High Street of Silverbridge.’
    â€˜John, that is saying more than you have a right to say,’ said Mrs Walker.
    â€˜Why, mother, this very cheque was given to a butcher who had threatened a few days before to post bills all about the county, giving an account of the debt that was due to him, if the money was not paid at once.’
    â€˜More shame for Mr Fletcher,’ said Mary. ‘He has made a fortune as butcher in Silverbridge.’
    â€˜What has that to do with it? Of course a man likes to have his money. He had written three times to the bishop, and he had sent a man over to Hogglestock to get his little bill settled six days running. You see he got it at last. Of course, a tradesman must look for his money.’
    â€˜Mamma, do you think that Mr Crawley stole the cheque?’ Mary, as she asked the question, came and stood over her mother, looking at her with anxious eyes.
    â€˜I would rather give no opinion, my dear.’
    â€˜But you must think something when everybody is talking about it, mamma.’
    â€˜Of course my mother thinks he did,’ said John, going back to his book. ‘It is impossible that she should think otherwise.’
    â€˜That is not fair, John,’ said Mrs Walker; ‘and I won’t have you fabricate thoughts for me, or put the expression of them into my mouth. The whole affair is very painful, and as your father is engaged in the inquiry, I think that the less said about the matter in this house the better. I am sure that that would have been your father’s feeling.’
    â€˜Of course I should say nothing about it before him,’ said Mary. ‘I know that papa does not wish to have it talked about. But how is one to help thinking about such a thing? It