Framley Parsonage (71 page)

‘Mr Sowerby is not just at home at the present moment,’ said the well-trained domestic.

‘I’ll wait about then,’ said Tom, seating himself on an heraldic stone griffin which flanked the big stone steps before the house. And in this way Mr Tozer gained his purpose. Sowerby was still contesting the county, and it behoved him not to let his enemies say that
he was hiding himself. It had been a part of his bargain with Miss Dunstable that he should contest the county. She had taken it into her head that the duke had behaved badly, and she had resolved that he should be made to pay for it. ‘The duke,’ she said, ‘had meddled long enough;’ she would now see whether
the Chaldicotes interest would not suffice of itself to return a member for the county,
even in opposition to the duke. Mr Sowerby himself was so harassed at the time, that he would have given way on this point if he had had the power; but Miss Dunstable was determined, and he was obliged to yield to her. In this manner Mr Tom Tozer succeeded and did make his way into Mr Sowerby’s presence – of which intrusion one effect was the following letter from Mr Sowerby to his friend Mark Robarts:
–

‘M
Y
D
EAR
R
OBARTS,
–                                         ‘Chaldicotes, July, 185—.

‘I am so harassed at the present moment by an infinity of troubles of my own that I am almost callous to those of other people. They say that prosperity makes a man selfish. I have never tried that, but I am quite sure that adversity does so. Nevertheless I am anxious about those bills of yours’–

‘Bills of
mine!’ said Robarts to himself, as he walked up and down the shrubbery path at the parsonage, reading this letter. This happened a day or two after his visit to the lawyer at Barchester.

‘– and would rejoice greatly if I thought that I could save you from any further annoyance about them. That kite, Tom Tozer, has just been with me, and insists that both of them shall be paid. He knows – no one
better – that no consideration was given for the latter. But he knows also that the dealing was not with him, nor even with his brother, and he will be prepared to swear that he gave value for both. He would swear anything for five hundred pounds – or for half the money, for that matter. I do not think that the father of mischief ever let loose upon the world a greater rascal than Tom Tozer.

‘He declares that nothing shall induce him to take one shilling less than the whole sum of nine hundred pounds. He has been brought to this by hearing that my debts are about to be paid. Heaven help me! The meaning of that is that these wretched acres, which are now mortgaged to one millionaire, are to change hands and be mortgaged to another instead. By this exchange I may possibly obtain the benefit
of having a house to live in for the next twelve months, but no other. Tozer, however, is altogether wrong in his scent; and the worst of it is that his malice will fall on you rather than on me.

‘What I want you to do is this: let us pay him one hundred pounds between us. Though I sell the last sorry jade of a horse I have, I will make up fifty; and I know you can, at any rate, do as much as
that.
Then do you accept a bill, conjointly with me, for eight hundred. It shall be done in Forrest’s presence, and handed to him; and you shall receive back the two old bills into your own hands at the same time. This new bill should be timed to run ninety days; and I will move heaven and earth during that time to have it included in the general schedule of my debts which are to be secured on
the Chaldicotes property.’

The meaning of which was that Miss Dunstable was to be cozened into paying the money under an idea that it was part of the sum covered by the existing mortgage.

‘What you said the other day at Barchester, as to never executing another bill, is very well as regards future transactions. Nothing can be wiser than such a resolution. But it would be folly – worse than folly
– if you were to allow your furniture to be seized when the means of preventing it is so ready to your hand. By leaving the new bill in Forrest’s hands you may be sure that you are safe from the claws of such birds of prey as these Tozers. Even if I cannot get it settled when the three months are over, Forrest will enable you to make any arrangement that may be most convenient.

‘For heaven’s
sake, my dear fellow, do not refuse this. You can hardly conceive how it weighs upon me, this fear that bailiffs should make their way into your wife’s drawing-room. I know you think ill of me, and I do not wonder at it. But you would be less inclined to do so if you knew how terribly I am punished. Pray let me hear that you will do as I counsel you.

‘Yours always faithfully,

‘N. S
OWERBY
.’

In answer to which the parson wrote a very short reply: –

‘M
Y
DEAR S
OWERBY,
–                                       ‘Framley, July, 185—.

‘I will sign no more bills on any consideration.

‘Yours truly,

‘M
ARK
R
OBARTS.’

And then having written this, and having shown it to his wife, he returned to the shrubbery walk and paced it up and down, looking every now and then to Sowerby’s letter as he
thought over all the past circumstances of his friendship with that gentleman.

That the man who had written this letter should be his friend – that very fact was a disgrace to him. Sowerby so well knew
himself and his own reputation, that he did not dare to suppose that his own word would be taken for anything, – not even when the thing promised was an act of the commonest honesty. ‘The old bills
shall be given back into your own hands,’ he had declared with energy, knowing that his friend and correspondent would not feel himself secure against further fraud under any less stringent guarantee. This gentleman, this county member, the owner of Chaldicotes, with whom Mark Robarts had been so anxious to be on terms of intimacy, had now come to such a phase of life that he had given over speaking
of himself as an honest man. He had become so used to suspicion that he argued of it as of a thing of course. He knew that no one could trust either his spoken or his written word, and he was content to speak and to write without attempt to hide this conviction.

And this was the man whom he had been so glad to call his friend; for whose sake he had been willing to quarrel with Lady Lufton, and
at whose instance he had unconsciously abandoned so many of the best resolutions of his life. He looked back now, as he walked there slowly, still holding the letter in his hand, to the day when he had stopped at the school-house and written his letter to Mr Sowerby, promising to join the party at Chaldicotes. He had been so eager then to have his own way, that he would not permit himself to go
home and talk the matter over with his wife. He thought also of the manner in which he had been tempted to the house of the Duke of Omnium, and the conviction on his mind at the time that his giving way to that temptation would surely bring him to evil. And then he remembered the evening in Sowerby’s bedroom, when the bill had been brought out, and he had allowed himself to be persuaded to put his
name upon it; – not because he was willing in this way to assist his friend, but because he was unable to refuse. He had lacked the courage to say, ‘No,’ though he knew at the time how gross was the error which he was committing. He had lacked the courage to say, ‘No,’ and hence had come upon him and on his household all this misery and cause for bitter repentance.

I have written much of clergymen,
but in doing so I have endeavoured to portray them as they bear on our social life rather than to describe the mode and working of their professional
careers. Had I done the latter I could hardly have steered clear of subjects on which it has not been my intention to pronounce an opinion, and I should either have laden my fiction with sermons or I should have degraded my sermons into fiction.
Therefore I have said but little in my narrative of this man’s feelings or doings as a clergyman.

But I must protest against its being on this account considered that Mr Robarts was indifferent to the duties of his clerical position. He had been fond of pleasure and had given way to temptation, – as is so customarily done by young men of six-and-twenty, who are placed beyond control and who have
means at command. Had he remained as a curate till that age, subject in all his movements to the eye of a superior, he would, we may say, have put his name to no bills, have ridden after no hounds, have seen nothing of the iniquities of Gatherum Castle. There are men of twenty-six as fit to stand alone as ever they will be – fit to be prime ministers, heads of schools, judges on the bench – almost
fit to be bishops; but Mark Robarts had not been one of them. He had within him many aptitudes for good, but not the strengthened courage of a man to act up to them. The stuff of which his manhood was to be formed had been slow of growth, as it is with many men; and, consequently, when temptation was offered to him, he had fallen.

But he deeply grieved over his own stumbling, and from time to
time, as his periods of penitence came upon him, he resolved that he would once more put his shoulder to the wheel as became one who fights upon earth that battle for which he had put on his armour. Over and over again did he think of those words of Mr Crawley, and now as he walked up and down the path, crumpling Mr Sowerby’s letter in his hand, he thought of them again – ‘It is a terrible falling
off; terrible in the fall, but doubly terrible through that difficulty of returning.’ Yes; that is a difficulty which multiplies itself in a fearful ratio as one goes on pleasantly running down the path – whitherward? Had it come to that with him that he could not return – that he could never again hold up his head with a safe conscience as the pastor of his parish! It was Sowerby who had led him
into this misery, who had brought on him this ruin! But then had not Sowerby paid him?
Had not that stall which he now held in Barchester been Sowerby’s gift? He was a poor man now – a distressed, poverty-stricken man; but nevertheless he wished with all his heart that he had never become a sharer in the good things of the Barchester chapter.

‘I shall resign the stall,’ he said to his wife that
night. ‘I think I may say that I have made up my mind as to that.’

‘But, Mark, will not people say that it is odd?’

‘I cannot help it – they must say it. Fanny, I fear that we shall have to bear the saying of harder words than that.’

‘Nobody can ever say that you have done anything that is unjust or dishonourable. If there are such men as Mr Sowerby –’

‘The blackness of his fault will not
excuse mine.’ And then again he sat silent, hiding his eyes, while his wife, sitting by him, held his hand.

‘Don’t make yourself wretched, Mark. Matters will all come right yet. It cannot be that the loss of a few hundred pounds should ruin you.’

‘It is not the money – it is not the money!’

‘But you have done nothing wrong, Mark.’

‘How am I to go into the church, and take my place before them
all, when every one will know that bailiffs are in the house?’ And then, dropping his head on to the table, he sobbed aloud.

Mark Robarts’ mistake had been mainly this, – he had thought to touch pitch and not to be defiled. He, looking out from his pleasant parsonage into the pleasant upper ranks of the world around him, had seen that men and things in those quarters were very engaging. His own
parsonage, with his sweet wife, were exeedingly dear to him, and Lady Lufton’s affectionate friendship had its value; but were not these things rather dull for one who had lived in the best sets at Harrow and Oxford; – unless, indeed, he could supplement them with some occasional bursts of more lively life? Cakes and ale were as pleasant to his palate as to the palates of those with whom he had
formerly lived at college. He had the same eye to look at a horse, and the same heart to make him go across a country, as they. And then, too, he found that men liked him, – men and women also; men and women who
were high in worldly standing. His ass’s ears were tickled, and he learned to fancy that he was intended by nature for the society of high people. It seemed as though he were following
his appointed course in meeting men and women of the world at the houses of the fashionable and the rich. He was not the first clergyman that had so lived and had so prospered. Yes, clergymen had so lived, and had done their duties in their sphere of life altogether to the satisfaction of their countrymen – and of their sovereigns. Thus Mark Robarts had determined that he would touch pitch, and escape
defilement if that were possible. With what result those who have read so far will have perceived.

Late on the following afternoon who should drive up to the parsonage door but Mr Forrest, the bank manager from Barchester – Mr Forrest, to whom Sowerby had always pointed as the
Deus ex machina
who, if duly invoked, could relieve them all from their present troubles, and dismiss the whole Tozer
family – not howling into the wilderness, as one would have wished to do with that brood of Tozers, but so gorged with prey that from them no further annoyance need be dreaded? All this Mr Forrest could do; nay, more, most willingly would do! Only let Mark Robarts put himself into the banker’s hand, and blandly sign what documents the banker might desire.

‘This is a very unpleasant affair,’ said
Mr Forrest as soon as they were closeted together in Mark’s book-room. In answer to which observation the parson acknowledged that it was a very unpleasant affair.

‘Mr Sowerby has managed to put you into the hands of about the worst set of rogues now existing, in their line of business, in London.’

‘So I supposed; Curling told me the same.’ Curling was the Barchester attorney whose aid he had
lately invoked.

‘Curling has threatened them that he will expose their whole trade; but one of them who was down here, a man named Tozer, replied, that you had much more to lose by exposure than he had. He went further and declared that he would defy any jury in England to refuse him his money. He swore that he discounted both bills in the regular way of business; and, though this is of course
false, I fear that it will be impossible to prove it so. He well
knows that you are a clergyman, and that, therefore, he has a stronger hold on you than on other men.’