‘All these things are in common between me and the bishop,’ said Mrs Proudie, with an air that was intended to be dignified, but which nevertheless displayed her rising anger.

’As to that I know nothing, but they cannot be in common between you and me.  It grieves me much that I should have to speak to you in such a strain, but my duty allows me no alternative.  I think, if you will permit me, I will take a turn round the garden before I keep my appointment with his lordship.’  And so saying he escaped from the lady without hearing her further remonstrance.

It still wanted an hour to the time named by the bishop, and Dr Tempest used it in preparing for his withdrawal from the palace as soon as his interview with the bishop should be over.  After what had passed he thought he would be justified in taking his departure without bidding adieu formally to Mrs Proudie.  He would say a word or two, explaining his haste, to the bishop; and then, if he could get out of the house at once, it might be that he would never see Mrs Proudie again.  He was rather proud of his success in their late battle, but he felt that, having been so completely victorious, it would be foolish in him to risk his laurels in the chance of another encounter.  He would say not a word of what had happened to the bishop, and he thought it probable that neither would Mrs Proudie speak of it—­at any rate till after he was gone.  Generals who are beaten out of the field are not quick to talk of their own repulses.  He, indeed, had not beaten Mrs Proudie out of the field.  He had, in fact, himself run away.  But he had left his foe silenced; and with such a foe, and in such a contest, that was everything.  He put up his portmanteau, therefore, and prepared for his final retreat.  Then he rang his bell and desired the servant to show him to the bishop’s study.  The servant did so, and when he entered the room the first thing he saw was Mrs Proudie sitting in an arm-chair near the window.  The bishop was also in the room, sitting with his arms upon the writing-table, and his head upon his hands.  It was very evident that Mrs Proudie did not consider herself to have been beaten and that she was prepared for another battle.  ‘Will you sit down, Dr Tempest?’ she said, motioning him with her hand to a chair opposite to that occupied by the bishop.  Dr Tempest sat down.  He felt that at the moment he had nothing else to do, and that he must restrain any remonstrance that he might make till Mr Crawley’s name should be mentioned.  He was almost lost in admiration of the woman.  He had left her, as he thought, utterly vanquished and prostrated by his determined but uncourteous usage of her; and here she was, present again on the field of battle as though she had never been wounded.  He could see that there had been words between her and the bishop, and that she had carried a point on which the bishop had been very anxious to have his own way.  He could perceive at once that the bishop had begged her to