He had contrived that her hand should fall from his arm into his grasp, and now for a moment he held it.  ‘You are a good girl,’ he said—­’a dear, dear, good girl.  When this cloud has passed away, you shall come to us and be our daughter.’

‘But it will never pass away,’ said Grace.

‘Let us hope that it may.  Let us hope that it may.’  Then he stooped over and kissed her, and leaving the room, got out into the hall and thence into the garden, and so away, without saying a word of adieu to Mrs Robarts.

As he walked across to the Court, whither he was obliged to go, because of his chaise, he was lost in surprise at what had occurred.  He had gone to the parsonage hating the girl, and despising his son.  Now, as he retraced his steps, his feelings were altogether changed.  He admired the girl—­and as for his son, even his anger was for the moment altogether gone.  He would write to his son at once and implore him to stop the sale.  He would tell his son all that had occurred, or rather would make Mrs Grantly do so.  In respect to his son he was quite safe.  He thought at that moment that he was safe.  There would be no use in hurling further threats at him.  If Crawley was found guilty of stealing the money, there was the girl’s promise.  If he were acquitted there was his own pledge.  He remembered perfectly well that the girl had said more than this—­that she had not confined her assurance to the verdict of the jury, that she had protested that she would not accept Major Grantly’s hand as long as people thought that her father had stolen the cheque; but the archdeacon felt that it would be ignoble to hold her closely to her words.  The event, according to his ideas of the compact, was to depend on the verdict of the jury.  If the jury should find Mr Crawley not guilty, all objection on his part to the marriage was to be withdrawn.  And he would keep his word!  In such case it should be withdrawn.

When he came to the rags of the auctioneer’s bill, which he had before torn down with his umbrella, he stopped a moment to consider he would act at once.  In the first place he would tell his son that his threats were withdrawn, and would ask him to remain at Cosby Lodge.  He would write the letter as he passed through Barchester, on his way home, so that his son might receive it on the following morning; and he would refer the major to his mother for a full explanation of the circumstances.  Those odious bills must be removed from every barn-door and wall in the county.  At the present moment his anger against his son was chiefly directed against his ill-judged haste in having put up those ill-omened bills.  Then he paused to consider what must be his wish as to the verdict of the jury.  He had pledged himself to abide by the verdict, and he could not but have a wish on the subject.  Could he desire in his heart that Mr Crawley should be found guilty?  He stood still for a moment thinking of this, and then he walked on, shaking his head.  If it might be possible he would have no wish on the subject whatsoever.