The Last Chronicle of Barset eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,290 pages of information about The Last Chronicle of Barset.

The Last Chronicle of Barset eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,290 pages of information about The Last Chronicle of Barset.
him to make reading go far with him now that he was near eighty.  So he wandered about the room, and sat here for a few minutes, and there for a few minutes, and though he did not sleep much, he made the hours of the night as many as possible.  Every morning he shambled across from the deanery to the cathedral, and attended the morning service, sitting in the stall which he had occupied for fifty years.  The distance was very short, not exceeding, indeed a hundred yards from a side-door in the deanery to another side-door into the cathedral; but short as it was there had come to be a question whether he should be allowed to go alone.  It had been feared that he might fall on his passage and hurt himself; for there was a step here, and a step there, and the light was not very good in the purlieus of the old cathedral.  A word or two had been said once, and the offer of an arm to help him had been made; but he had rejected the offered assistance—­softly, indeed, but still firmly—­and every day he tottered off by himself hardly lifting his feet as he went, and aiding himself on his journey by a hand upon the wall when he thought that nobody was looking at him.  But many did see him, and they who knew him—­ladies generally of the city—­would offer him a hand.  Nobody was milder in his dislikings than Mr Harding; but there were ladies in Barchester upon whose arm he would always decline to lean, bowing courteously as he did so, and saying a word or two of constrained civility.  There were others whom he would allow to accompany him home to the door of the deanery, with whom he delighted to linger and chat if the morning was warm, and to whom he would tell little stories of his own doings in the cathedral services in the old days, when Bishop Grantly had ruled the diocese.  Never a word did he say against Bishop Proudie, or against Bishop Proudie’s wife; but the many words which he did say in praise of Bishop Grantly—­who, by his showing, was surely one of the best of churchmen who ever walked through this vale of sorrow—­were as eloquent in dispraise of the existing prelate as could ever have been any more clearly-pointed phrases.  This daily visit to the cathedral, where he would say his prayers as he had said them for so many years, and listen to the organ, of which he knew all the power and every blemish as though he himself had made the stops and fixed the pipes, was the chief occupation of his life.  It was a pity that it could not have been made to cover a larger portion of his day.

It was sometimes sad enough to watch him as he sat alone.  He would have a book near him, and for a while would keep it in his hands.  It would generally be some volume of good old standard theology with which he had been, or supposed himself to have been, conversant from his youth.  But the book would soon be laid aside, and gradually he would move himself away from it, and he would stand about the room, looking now out of a window from which he would fancy that he could not be seen, or gazing up at some

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