an honest mind. I will go up to London, my dear, and see these lawyers myself, and if no better excuse can be made for me than that, I and the hospital will part."
"But the archdeacon, papa?"
"I can't help it, my dear; there are some things which a man cannot bear,—I cannot bear that"—and he put his hand upon the newspaper.
"But will the archdeacon go with you?"
To tell the truth, Mr. Harding had made up his mind to steal a march upon the archdeacon. He was aware that he would take no steps without informing his dread son-in-law, but he had resolved that he would send out a note to Plumstead Episcopi detailing his plans, but that the messenger should not leave Barchester till he himself had started for London; so that he might be a day before the doctor, who, he had no doubt, would follow him. In that day, if he had luck, he might arrange it all; he might explain to Sir Abraham that he, as warden, would have nothing further to do with the defence about to be set up; he might send in his official resignation to his friend the bishop, and so make public the whole transaction, that even the doctor would not be able to undo what he had done. He knew too well the doctor's strength and his own weakness to suppose he could do this, if they both reached London together; indeed, he would never be able to get to London, if the doctor knew of his intended journey in time to prevent it.
"No, I think not," said he; "I think I shall start before the archdeacon could be ready—I shall go early to-morrow morning."
"That will be best, papa," said Eleanor, showing that her father's ruse was appreciated.
"Why, yes, my love: the fact is, I wish to do all this before the archdeacon can—can interfere. There is a great deal of
