acknowledged incompetence on the score of infirmity, the precedents were very few; but even if there were no precedents, it would be better to do that then to remain where he was.  Of course there would be disgrace.  But then it would be disgrace from which he could hide himself.  Now there was equal disgrace; and he could not hide himself.  And then such a measure as that would bring punishment where punishment was due.  It would bring his wife to the ground—­her who had brought him to the ground.  The suffering should not be all his own.  When she found that her income, and her palace, and her position were all gone, then perhaps she might repent the evil that she had done him.  Now, when he was left alone, his mind went back to this, and he did not think of taking immediate measures—­measures on that very day—­to prevent the action of Mr Thumble.

But Mrs Proudie did take immediate steps.  Mr Thumble was at this moment in the palace waiting for instructions.  It was he who had brought Mr Crawley’s letter to Mrs Proudie, and she now returned to him with that letter in her hand.  The reader will know what was the result.  Mr Thumble was sent off to Hogglestock at once on the bishop’s old cob, and—­as will be remembered, fell into trouble on the road.  Late in the afternoon, he entered the palace yard having led the cob by the bridle the whole way home from Hogglestock.

Some hour or two before Mr Thumble’s return Mrs Proudie returned to her husband, thinking it better to let him know what she had done.  She resolved to be very firm with him, but at the same time she determined not to use harsh language if it could be avoided.  ‘My dear,’ she said, ‘I have arranged with Mr Thumble.’  She found him on this occasion sitting at his desk with papers before him, with a pen in his hand; and she could see at a glance that nothing had been written on the paper.  What would she have thought had she known that when he placed the sheet before him he was proposing to consult the archbishop as to the propriety of his resignation!  He had not, however, progressed so far as to write even the date of his letter.

‘You have done what?’ said he, throwing down his pen.

‘I have arranged with Mr Thumble as to going out to Hogglestock,’ she said firmly.  ‘Indeed he has gone already.’  Then the bishop jumped up from his seat, and rang the bell with violence.  ’What are you going to do?’ said Mrs Proudie.

‘I am going to depart from here,’ he said.  ’I will not stay here to be the mark of scorn for all men’s fingers.  I will resign the diocese.’

‘You cannot do that,’ said his wife.

‘I can try, at any rate,’ said he.  Then the servant entered.  ‘John,’ said he, addressing the man, ’let Mr Thumble know the moment he returns to the palace I wish to see him here.  Perhaps he may not come to the palace.  In that case let word be sent to his house.’

Mrs Proudie allowed the man to go before she addressed her husband again.  ‘What do you mean to say to Mr Thumble when you see him?’