‘What do you think?’ said he:  ‘Henry is at Framley.’

‘He can hardly be staying there,’ said Mrs Grantly, ’because I know that he is so very busy at home.’  The business at home of which the major’s mother was speaking was his projected moving from Cosby Lodge, a subject which was also very odious to the archdeacon.  He did not wish his son to move from Cosby Lodge.  He could not endure the idea that his son should be known throughout the county to be giving up a residence because he could not afford to keep it.  The archdeacon could have afforded to keep up two Cosby Lodges for his son, and would have been well pleased to do so, if only his son would not misbehave against him so shamefully!  He could not bear that his son should be punished openly, before the eyes of all Barsetshire.  Indeed he did not wish that his son should be punished at all.  He simply desired that his son should recognise his father’s power to inflict punishment.  It would be henbane to Archdeacon Grantly to have a poor son—­a son living at Pau—­among Frenchmen!—­because he could not afford to live in England.  Why had the archdeacon been careful of his money, adding house to house and field to field?  He himself was contented—­so he told himself—­to die as he had lived in a country parsonage, working with the collar round his neck up to the day of his death, if God would allow him to do so.  He was ambitious of no grandeur for himself.  So he would tell himself—­being partly oblivious of certain episodes in his own life.  All his wealth had been got together for his children.  He desired that his sons should be fitting brothers for their august sister.  And now the son who was nearest to him, whom he was bent upon making a squire in his own county, wanted to marry the daughter of a man who had stolen twenty pounds, and when objection was made to so discreditable a connexion, replied by packing up all his things and saying that he would go and live—­at Pau!  The archdeacon therefore did not like to hear of his son being very busy at home.

‘I don’t know whether he is busy or not,’ said the archdeacon, ’but I tell you he is staying at Framley.’

‘From whom have you heard it?’

‘What matter does that make if it is so?  I heard it from Flurry.’

‘Flurry may have been mistaken,’ said Mrs Grantly.

’It is not at all likely.  Those people always know about such things.  He heard it from the Framley people.  I don’t doubt but it’s true, and I think that it’s a great shame.’

’A great shame that Henry should be at Framley!  He has been there two or three times every year since he has lived in the county.’

’It is a great shame that he should be had over there just at the time when that girl is there also.  It is impossible to believe that such a thing is an accident.’

’But, archdeacon, you do not mean to say that you think that Lady Lufton has arranged it?’

’I don’t know who arranged it.  Somebody has arranged it.  If it is Robarts, that is almost worse.  One could forgive a woman in such a matter better than one could a man.’