It was seldom that Caleb volunteered so long a speech, but his happiness had the effect of mountain air:  his eyes were bright, and the words came without effort.

“I congratulate you heartily, Garth,” said the Vicar.  “This is the best sort of news I could have had to carry to Fred Vincy, for he dwelt a good deal on the injury he had done you in causing you to part with money—­robbing you of it, he said—­which you wanted for other purposes.  I wish Fred were not such an idle dog; he has some very good points, and his father is a little hard upon him.”

“Where is he going?” said Mrs. Garth, rather coldly.

“He means to try again for his degree, and he is going up to study before term.  I have advised him to do that.  I don’t urge him to enter the Church—­on the contrary.  But if he will go and work so as to pass, that will be some guarantee that he has energy and a will; and he is quite at sea; he doesn’t know what else to do.  So far he will please his father, and I have promised in the mean time to try and reconcile Vincy to his son’s adopting some other line of life.  Fred says frankly he is not fit for a clergyman, and I would do anything I could to hinder a man from the fatal step of choosing the wrong profession.  He quoted to me what you said, Miss Garth—­ do you remember it?” (Mr. Farebrother used to say “Mary” instead of “Miss Garth,” but it was part of his delicacy to treat her with the more deference because, according to Mrs. Vincy’s phrase, she worked for her bread.)

Mary felt uncomfortable, but, determined to take the matter lightly, answered at once, “I have said so many impertinent things to Fred—­ we are such old playfellows.”

“You said, according to him, that he would be one of those ridiculous clergymen who help to make the whole clergy ridiculous.  Really, that was so cutting that I felt a little cut myself.”

Caleb laughed.  “She gets her tongue from you, Susan,” he said, with some enjoyment.

“Not its flippancy, father,” said Mary, quickly, fearing that her mother would be displeased.  “It is rather too bad of Fred to repeat my flippant speeches to Mr. Farebrother.”

“It was certainly a hasty speech, my dear,” said Mrs. Garth, with whom speaking evil of dignities was a high misdemeanor.  “We should not value our Vicar the less because there was a ridiculous curate in the next parish.”

“There’s something in what she says, though,” said Caleb, not disposed to have Mary’s sharpness undervalued.  “A bad workman of any sort makes his fellows mistrusted.  Things hang together,” he added, looking on the floor and moving his feet uneasily with a sense that words were scantier than thoughts.

“Clearly,” said the Vicar, amused.  “By being contemptible we set men’s minds, to the tune of contempt.  I certainly agree with Miss Garth’s view of the matter, whether I am condemned by it or not.  But as to Fred Vincy, it is only fair he should be excused a little:  old Featherstone’s delusive behavior did help to spoil him.  There was something quite diabolical in not leaving him a farthing after all.  But Fred has the good taste not to dwell on that.  And what he cares most about is having offended you, Mrs. Garth; he supposes you will never think well of him again.”