‘I’m afraid you’ll find them an expensive adjunct to the episcopate,’ said the archdeacon.  And then the joke was over; for there had been a rumour, now for some years prevalent in Barchester, that Bishop Proudie was not liberal in his expenditure.  As Mr Thorne said afterwards to his cousin the doctor, the archdeacon might have spared that sneer.  ’The archdeacon will never spare the man who sits in his father’s seat,’ said the doctor.  ’The pity of it is that men who are so thoroughly different in all their sympathies should ever be brought into contact.’  ’Dear, dear,’ said the archdeacon, as he stood afterwards on the rug before the drawing-room fire, ’how many of rubbers of whist I have seen played in this room.’  ’I sincerely hope that you will never see another played here,’ said Mrs Proudie.  ‘I’m quite sure that I shall not,’ said the archdeacon.  For this last sally his wife scolded him bitterly on the way home.  ‘You know very well,’ she said, ’that the times are changed, and that if you were Bishop of Barchester yourself, you would not have whist played in the palace.’  ‘I only know,’ said he, ’that when we had the whist we had the true religion along with it, and some good sense and good feeling also.’  ’You cannot be right to sneer at others for doing what you would do yourself,’ said his wife.  Then the archdeacon threw himself sulkily into the corner of his carriage, and nothing more was said between him and his wife about the bishop’s dinner-party.

Not a word was spoken that night about Mr Crawley; and when that obnoxious guest from Plumstead was gone, Mrs Proudie resumed her good-humour towards Dr Tempest.  So intent was she on conciliating him that she refrained even from abusing the archdeacon, whom she knew to have been intimate for very many years with the rector of Silverbridge.  In her accustomed moods she would have broken forth in loud anger, caring nothing for old friendships; but at present she was thoughtful of the morrow, and desirous that Dr Tempest should, if possible, meet her in a friendly humour when the great discussion as to Hogglestock should be opened between them.  But Dr Tempest understood her bearing, and as he pulled on his nightcap made certain resolutions of his own as to the morrow’s proceedings.  ‘I don’t suppose she will dare to interfere,’ he had said to his wife; ’but if she does I shall certainly tell the bishop that I cannot speak on the subject in her presence.’

At breakfast on the following morning there was no one present but the bishop, Mrs Proudie, and Dr Tempest.  Very little was said at the meal.  Mr Crawley’s name was not mentioned, but there seemed to be a general feeling among them that there was a task hanging over them which prevented any general conversation.  The eggs were eaten and the coffee was drunk, but the eggs and the coffee disappeared almost in silence.  When these ceremonies had been altogether completed, and it was clearly necessary that something further