a disgrace, as some of them boasted, which Barchester had never known before. This, however, like most other boasts, was hardly true, for within but a very few years there had been an execution in the house of a late prebendary, old Dr. Stanhope, and on that occasion the doctor himself had been forced to fly away to Italy, starting in the night, lest he also should fall into the hands of the Philistines, as well as his chairs and tables.
"It is a scandalous shame," said Mrs. Proudie, speaking not of the old doctor, but of the new offender—"a scandalous shame; and it would only serve him right if the gown were stripped from his back."
"I suppose his living will be sequestrated," said a young minor canon who attended much to the ecclesiastical injunctions of the lady of the diocese, and was deservedly held in high favor. If Framley were sequestrated, why should not he, as well as another, undertake the duty—with such stipend as the bishop might award?
"I am told that he is over head and ears in debt," said the future Mrs. Tickler, "and chiefly for horses which he has bought and not paid for."
"I see him riding very splendid animals when he comes over for the cathedral duties," said the minor canon.
"The sheriff's officers are in the house at present, I am told," said Mrs. Proudie.
"And is not he in jail?" said Mrs. Tickler.
"If not, he ought to be," said Mrs. Tickler's mother.
"And no doubt soon will be," said the minor canon, "for I hear that he is linked up with a most discreditable gang of persons."
This was what was said in the palace on that heading; and though, no doubt, more spirit and poetry was displayed there than in the houses of the less gifted clergy, this shows the manner in which the misfortune of Mr. Robarts was generally discussed. Nor, indeed, had he deserved any better treatment at their hands. But his name did not run the gauntlet for the usual nine days, nor, indeed, did his fame endure at its height for more than two. This sudden fall was occasioned by other tidings of a still more distressing nature—by a rumor which so affected Mrs. Proudie that it caused, as she said, her blood to creep. And she was very careful that the blood of others should creep also, if the blood of others was equally sensitive. It was said that Lord Dumbello had jilted Miss Grantly.
