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Chapter 7 Sunday Morning

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t down and nearly two before the gentlemen were in bed. It must be remembered that he had to preach, on the Sunday morning, a charity sermo

on which he had most insisted, were those which had drawn most mirth from Miss Dunstable and Mrs Smith, and had oftenest provoked his own laughter; and how was he now to preach on those matters in a fitting mood, knowing, as he would know, that these two ladies would be looking at him, would endeavour to catch his eye, and would turn him into ridicule as they had already turned the lecturer? In this he did injustice to one of those ladies

ring of genial remarks, very useful, no doubt, which he flattered himself would rob his sermon of all similarity to Harold Smith's lecture. He had, perhaps, hoped, when writing it, to create some little sensation; but now he would be quite satisfied if it passed without remark. It had been arranged that the party at the hotel should breakfas

icotes, to that she had given her assent, no doubt with much uneasiness of mind; but let them have as little desecration as possible. It was therefore an understood thing that he was to return with hi

a different ground. With them Mrs Proudie had not been so successful as with the bishop. They had wills of their own which became stronger and stronger every day. Of the three with whom Mrs Proudie was blessed one was already in a position to exercise that will in a legitimate way over a very excellent young clergyman in the diocese, the Rev. Optimus Grey; but the other two, having as yet no such opening for their powers of command, were perhaps a little too much inclined to keep themselves in practice at home. But at half-past seven punctually Mrs Proudie was there, and so was the domestic chaplain; so was Mr Robarts, and so were the household servants - all excepting one lazy

those which were wanted of tying it beneath her chin, a cap with which the household and the chaplain were well acquainted, but which seemed ungracious in the eyes of Mr Robarts, after all the well-dressed holiday doings of the last week. She wore also a large, loose, dark-coloured wrapper, which came well up round her neck, and which was not buoyed out, as were her dresses in general, with an under

aid Mark. 'But then we are

ly, I think,' said she. 'It set

morning prayers in the

I know what that comes to. If you have three services on a Sunday and domes

ree services on Su

he bishop intends to express a very strong opinion on this subject in his next charge; and then I

ery large establishment at

t the pa

at the parson

die; just enough to do the work, make thing

that we have anything so good ourselves,- except at Plumstead, th

was bishop o

archdeacon, I suspect. Let me see; yours is 800 pounds, is it not, Mr Roba

ell, Mrs

he pleasanter. But then Lady Lufton had given him a living and a wife, and Mrs Proudie had given him nothing. Immediately after breakfast Mr Robarts escaped to the Dragon of Wantly, partly because he had had enough of the matutinal Mrs Proudie, and partly also in order that he might hurry his friends there. He was already becoming fidgety about the time, as Harold Smith had been on the preceding evening; and he did to give Mrs Smith credit for much punctuality. When he arrived at the inn he asked if they had done breakfast, and was immediately told that not one o

er at once,' said Mark. 'It would

aiting for the footsteps of his friends. And as he was so employed, he bethought himself whether it was fit that he should be so doing on a Sunday morning; whether it was good that he should be waiting there, in painful anxiety, to gallop over a dozen miles in order that he might not be too late with his sermon; whether his own snug room at home, with Fanny opposite to him, and his bairns crawling on the floor, with his own preparations for his own quiet service, and the warm pressure of Lady Lufton'

she would join him; and seemed to be so far earnest in the matter that Mr Sowerby hurried through his second egg in order to prevent such a catastrophe. And then Mark absolutely did order the gig; whereupon Mrs Smith remarked that in such case she need not hurry herself; but the wai

now. He won't want them, James. C

away to the window. There was no charity in these people, he said to himself. They knew the nature of his distress, and yet they only laughed at him. He did not, perhaps, reflect t

bsolutely got her bonnet on, and at ten they started. Mark did share the phaeton with Harold Smith, but the phaeton did not go any faster than the other carriages. They led the way, indeed, but that was all; and when t

im that the entry of a clergyman into church, of a clergyman who is going to assist in the service, should not be made at

ke in loud voices, and Mrs Harold Smith declared that she had no Prayer-Book, and was much too tired to go in at present; she would go home and rest herself, she said. And two other ladies of the party did so also, leaving Miss Dunstable to go alone;- for which, however, she did not care one button. And then one of the party, who had a nasty habit of swearing, cursed at something as he walked in close to Mark's elbow; and so they made their way up the church as the Absolution was being read, and Mark Robarts felt thoroughly ashamed of himself. If his rising in the world brought him in contact with such things a

said Mr Sowerby, as they clustered round the drawing-room fire af

ht,' said Mrs Harold, 'by th

f the arm-chair,' said Miss Dunstable. 'I was expecting it,

ing before,' said Miss Kerrigy, a tr

o,' said Dr Easyman, a medical gentl

stop at anything for want of that. It is well that she

d Harold Smith; 'so I could not answer her, y

South Sea Islanders up to Sabba

d Mrs Smith; and then they all went to work, and picked Mrs Proudie to

at's the hardest thing of all,' said Miss Dunstable. But, on the whole, when

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Contents

Chapter 1 'Omnes Omnia Bona Dicere' Chapter 2 The Framley Set, and the Chaldicotes Set Chapter 3 Chaldicotes Chapter 4 A Matter of Conscience Chapter 5 Amantium Irae Amoris Intergratio Chapter 6 Mr Harold Smith's Lecture Chapter 7 Sunday Morning Chapter 8 Gatherum Castle Chapter 9 The Vicar's Return Chapter 10 Lucy Robarts Chapter 11 Griselda Grantly
Chapter 12 The Little Bill
Chapter 13 Delicate Hints
Chapter 14 Mr Crawley of Hogglestock
Chapter 15 Lady Lufton's Ambassador
Chapter 16 Mrs Podgens' Baby
Chapter 17 Mrs Proudie's Conversazione
Chapter 18 The New Minister's Patronage
Chapter 19 Money Dealings
Chapter 20 Harold Smith in Cabinet
Chapter 21 Why Puck, the Pony, was Beaten
Chapter 22 Hogglestock Parsonage
Chapter 23 The Triumph of the Giants
Chapter 24 Magna Est Veritas
Chapter 25 Non-Impulsive
Chapter 26 Impulsive
Chapter 27 South Audley Street
Chapter 28 Dr Thorne
Chapter 29 Miss Dunstable at Home
Chapter 30 The Grantly Triumph
Chapter 31 Salmon Fishing in Norway
Chapter 32 The Goat and Compasses
Chapter 33 Consolation
Chapter 34 Lady Lufton is Taken by Surprise
Chapter 35 The Story of King Cophetua
Chapter 36 Kidnapping at Hogglestock
Chapter 37 Mr Sowerby Without Company
Chapter 38 Is There Cause or Just Impediment
Chapter 39 How to Write a Love Letter
Chapter 40 Internecine
Chapter 41 Don Quixote
Chapter 42 Touching Pitch
Chapter 43 Is she Not Insignificant
Chapter 44 The Philistines at the Parsonage
Chapter 45 Palace Blessings
Chapter 46 Lady Lufton's Request
Chapter 47 Nemesis
Chapter 48 How They Were All Married, had Two Children, and L
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