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'I can never bring myself to believe it, John,' said Mary Walker the pretty daughter of Mr George Walker, attorney of Silverbridge. Walker and Winthrop was the name of the firm, and they were respectable people, who did all the solicitors' business that had to be done in that part of Barsetshire on behalf of the Crown, were employed on the local business of the Duke of Omnium, who is great in those parts, and altogether held their heads up high, as provincial lawyers often do. They--the Walkers--lived in a great brick house in the middle of the town, gave dinners, to which the county gentlemen not unfrequently condescended to come, and in a mild way led the fashion in Silverbridge. 'I can never bring myself to believe it, John,' said Miss Walker.

'You'll have to bring yourself to believe it,' said John, without taking his eyes from his book.

'A clergyman--and such a clergyman too!'

'I don't see that that has anything to do with it.' And as he now spoke, John did take his eyes of his book. 'Why should not a clergyman turn thief as well as anybody else? You girls always seem to forget that clergymen are only men after all.'

'Their conduct is likely to be better than that of other men, I think.'

'I deny it utterly,' said John Walker. 'I'll undertake to say that at this moment there are more clergymen in debt in Barsetshire than there are either lawyers or doctors. This man has always been in debt. Since he has been in the county I don't think he has ever been able to show his face in the High Street of Silverbridge.'

'John, that is saying more than you have a right to say,' said Mrs Walker.

'Why, mother, this very cheque was given to a butcher who had threatened a few days before to post bills all about the county, giving an account of the debt that was due to him, if the money was not paid at once.'

'More shame for Mr Fletcher,' said Mary. 'He has made a fortune as butcher in Silverbridge.'

'What has that to do with it? Of course a man likes to have his money.

He had written three times to the bishop, and he had sent a man over to Hogglestock to get his little bill settled six days running. You see he got it at last. Of course, a tradesman must look for his money.'

'Mamma, do you think that Mr Crawley stole the cheque?' Mary, as she asked the question, came and stood over her mother, looking at her with anxious eyes.

'I would rather give no opinion, dear.'

'But you must think something when everybody is talking about it, mamma.'

'Of course my mother thinks he did,' said John, going back to his book.

'It is impossible that she should think otherwise.'

'That is not fair, John,' said Mrs Walker; 'and I won't have you fabricate thoughts for me, or put the expression of them into my mouth.

The whole affair is very painful, and as your father is engaged in the inquiry, I think that the less said about the matter in this house the better. I am sure that that would be your father's feeling.'

'I do not see that at all,' said John. 'Mr Crawley is not more than any other man just because he's a clergyman. I hate all that kind of clap-trap. There are a lot of people here in Silverbridge who think the matter shouldn't be followed up, just because the man is in a position which makes the crime more criminal in him than it would be in another.'

'But I feel sure that Mr Crawley has committed no crime at all,' said Mary.

'My dear,' said Mrs Walker, 'I have just said that I would rather you would not talk about it. Papa will be in directly.'

'I won't, mamma, only--'

'Only! yes; just only!' said John. 'She'd go on till dinner if anyone would stay to hear her.'

'You've said twice as much as I have, John.' But John had left the room before his sister's words could reach him.

'You know, mamma, it is quite impossible not to help thinking of it,' said Mary.

'I daresay it is, my dear.'

'And when one knows the people it does make it so dreadful.'

'But do you know them? I never spoke to Mr Crawley in my life, and I do not think I ever saw her.'

'I knew Grace very well--when she used to come first to Miss Prettyman's school.'

'Poor girl. I pity her.'

'Pity her! Pity is no word for it, mamma. My heart bleeds for them.

And yet I do not believe for a moment that he stole the cheque. How can it be possible? For though he may have been in debt because they have been so very, very, poor, yet we all know that he has been an excellent clergyman. When the Robartses were dining here last, I heard Mrs Robarts say that for piety and devotion to his duties she had hardly ever seen anyone equal to him. And the Robartses know more of them than anybody.'

'They say that the dean is his great friend.'

'What a pity it is that the Arabins should be away just now when he is in such trouble.' And in this way the mother and daughter went on discussing the question of the clergyman's guild in spite of Mrs Walker's expressed desire that nothing more might be said about it. But Mrs Walker, like many other mothers, was apt to be more free in converse with her daughter than she was with her son. While they were thus talking the father came in from his office, and then the subject was dropped. He was a man between fifty and sixty years of age, with grey hair, rather short, and somewhat corpulent, but still gifted with that amount of personal comeliness which comfortable position and the respect of others will generally seem to give. A man rarely carries himself meanly whom the world holds in high esteem.

'I am very tired, my dear,' said Mr Walker.

'You look tired. Come and sit down for a few minutes before you dress.

Mary, get your father's slippers.' Mary instantly ran to the door.

'Thanks, my darling,' said the father. And then he whispered to his wife, as soon as Mary was out of hearing. 'I fear the unfortunate man is guilty. I fear he is! I fear he is!'

'Oh, heavens! what will become of them?'

'What indeed? She has been with me today.'

'Has she? And what could you say to her?'

'I told her at first that I could not see her, and begged her not to speak to me about it. I tried to make her understand that she should go to someone else. But it was of no use.'

'And how did it end?'

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