on Mr. Peacock’s retirement without further recommendation than his own merits and such argument for solid professional acquirement as might be gathered from his having apparently wasted no time on other branches of knowledge.  It was clear that Lydgate, by not dispensing drugs, intended to cast imputations on his equals, and also to obscure the limit between his own rank as a general practitioner and that of the physicians, who, in the interest of the profession, felt bound to maintain its various grades,—­ especially against a man who had not been to either of the English universities and enjoyed the absence of anatomical and bedside study there, but came with a libellous pretension to experience in Edinburgh and Paris, where observation might be abundant indeed, but hardly sound.

Thus it happened that on this occasion Bulstrode became identified with Lydgate, and Lydgate with Tyke; and owing to this variety of interchangeable names for the chaplaincy question, diverse minds were enabled to form the same judgment concerning it.

Dr. Sprague said at once bluntly to the group assembled when he entered, “I go for Farebrother.  A salary, with all my heart.  But why take it from the Vicar?  He has none too much—­has to insure his life, besides keeping house, and doing a vicar’s charities.  Put forty pounds in his pocket and you’ll do no harm.  He’s a good fellow, is Farebrother, with as little of the parson about him as will serve to carry orders.”

“Ho, ho!  Doctor,” said old Mr. Powderell, a retired iron-monger of some standing—­his interjection being something between a laugh and a Parliamentary disapproval; “we must let you have your say.  But what we have to consider is not anybody’s income—­it’s the souls of the poor sick people”—­here Mr. Powderell’s voice and face had a sincere pathos in them.  “He is a real Gospel preacher, is Mr. Tyke.  I should vote against my conscience if I voted against Mr. Tyke—­ I should indeed.”

“Mr. Tyke’s opponents have not asked any one to vote against his conscience, I believe,” said Mr. Hackbutt, a rich tanner of fluent speech, whose glittering spectacles and erect hair were turned with some severity towards innocent Mr. Powderell.  “But in my judgment it behoves us, as Directors, to consider whether we will regard it as our whole business to carry out propositions emanating from a single quarter.  Will any member of the committee aver that he would have entertained the idea of displacing the gentleman who has always discharged the function of chaplain here, if it had not been suggested to him by parties whose disposition it is to regard every institution of this town as a machinery for carrying out their own views?  I tax no man’s motives:  let them lie between himself and a higher Power; but I do say, that there are influences at work here which are incompatible with genuine independence, and that a crawling servility is usually dictated by circumstances which gentlemen so conducting themselves could not afford either morally or financially to avow.  I myself am a layman, but I have given no inconsiderable attention to the divisions in the Church and—­”