"What might he not have attempted next?" said Miss Dunstable.
"She wasn't the dean's wife then, you know," said Mrs. Proudie, explaining.
"Well, you've a gay set in the chapter, I must say," said Miss Dunstable. "You ought to make one of them in Barchester, Mr. Robarts."
"Only perhaps Mrs. Robarts might not like it," said Mrs. Harold Smith.
"And then the schemes which he tried on with the bishop!" said Mrs. Proudie.
"It's all fair in love and war, you know," said Miss Dunstable.
"But he little knew whom he had to deal with when he began that," said Mrs. Proudie.
"The bishop was too many for him," suggested Mrs. Harold Smith, very maliciously.
"If the bishop was not, somebody else was; and he was obliged to leave Barchester in utter disgrace. He has since married the wife of some tallow chandler."
"The wife!" said Miss Dunstable. "What a man!"
"Widow, I mean; but it's all one to him."
"The gentleman was clearly born when Venus was in the ascendant," said Mrs. Smith. "You clergymen usually are, I believe, Mr. Robarts." So that Mrs. Proudie's carriage was by no means the dullest as they drove into Barchester that day; and by degrees our friend Mark became accustomed to his companions, and before they reached the palace he acknowledged to himself that Miss Dunstable was very good fun.
We cannot linger over the bishop's dinner, though it was very good of its kind; and as Mr. Sowerby contrived to sit next to Miss Dunstable, thereby overturning a little scheme made by Mr. Supplehouse, he again shone forth in unclouded good humour. But Mr. Harold Smith became impatient immediately on the withdrawal of the cloth. The lecture was to begin at seven, and according to his watch that hour had already come. He declared that Sowerby and Supplehouse were endeavouring to delay matters in order that the Barchesterians might become vexed and impatient; and so the bishop was not allowed to exercise his hospitality in true episcopal fashion.
"You forget, Sowerby," said Supplehouse, "that the world here for the last fortnight has been looking forward to nothing else."
"The world shall be gratified at once," said Mrs. Harold, obeying a little nod from Mrs. Proudie. "Come, my dear," and she took hold of Miss Dunstable's arm, "don't let us keep Barchester waiting. We shall be ready in a quarter-of-an-hour, shall we not, Mrs. Proudie?" and so they sailed off.
"And we shall have time for one glass of claret," said the bishop.
"There; that's seven by the cathedral," said Harold Smith, jumping up from his chair as he heard the clock. "If the people have come it would not be right in me to keep them waiting, and I shall go."
"Just one glass of claret, Mr. Smith; and we'll be off," said the bishop.
