The Last Chronicle of Barset

CHAPTER LXXXIV

CON­CLU­SION

It now on­ly re­mains for me to gath­er to­geth­er a few loose strings, and tie them to­geth­er in a knot, so that my work may not be­come un­twist­ed. Ear­ly in Ju­ly, Hen­ry Grant­ly and Grace Craw­ley were mar­ried in the parish church of Plum­stead–a great im­pro­pri­ety, as to which nei­ther Archdea­con Grant­ly nor Mr Craw­ley could be got to as­sent for a long time, but which was at last car­ried, not sim­ply by a union of Mrs Grant­ly and Mrs Craw­ley, nor even by the as­sis­tance of Mrs Ara­bin, but by the strong in­ter­ven­tion of La­dy Lufton her­self. ‘Of course Miss Craw­ley ought to be mar­ried from St Ewold’s vicarage; but when the fur­ni­ture has on­ly been half got in, how is it pos­si­ble?’ When La­dy Lufton thus spoke, the archdea­con gave way, and Mr Craw­ley hadn’t a leg to stand on. Hen­ry Grant­ly had not an opin­ion on the mat­ter. He told his fa­ther that he ex­pect­ed that they would mar­ry him among them, and that that had been enough for him. As for Grace, no­body even thought of ask­ing her; and I doubt whether she would have heard any­thing about the con­test, had not some tid­ings of it reached her from her lover. Mar­ried they were at Plum­stead–and the break­fast was giv­en with all that lux­uri­ance of plen­ty which was so dear to the archdea­con’s mind. Mr Craw­ley was the of­fi­ci­at­ing priest. With his hands drop­ping be­fore him, fold­ed humbly, he told the archdea­con–when that Plum­stead ques­tion had been fi­nal­ly set­tled in op­po­si­tion to his wish­es–that he would fain him­self per­form the cer­emo­ny by which his dear­est daugh­ter would be bound to her mar­riage du­ties. ‘And who else should?’ said the archdea­con. Mr Craw­ley mut­tered that he had not known how far his rev­erend broth­er might have been will­ing to waive his rights. But the archdea­con, who was in high good-​hu­mour–hav­ing just be­stowed a lit­tle pony car­riage on his new daugh­ter-​in-​law–on­ly laughed at him; and, if the ru­mour which was hand­ed about the fam­ilies be true, the archdea­con, be­fore the in­ter­view was over, had poked Mr Craw­ley in the ribs. Mr Craw­ley mar­ried them; but the archdea­con as­sist­ed–and the dean gave the bride away. The Rev Charles Grant­ly was there al­so; and as there was, as a mat­ter of course, a cloud of cu­rates float­ing in the dis­tance, Hen­ry Grant­ly was per­haps to be ex­cused for declar­ing to his wife, when the pair had es­caped, that sure­ly no cou­ple had ev­er been so tight­ly buck­led since mar­riage had first be­come a Church cer­emo­ny.

Soon af­ter that, Mr and Mrs Craw­ley be­came qui­et at St Ewold’s, and, as I think, con­tent­ed. Her hap­pi­ness be­gan very quick­ly. Though she had been great­ly bro­ken by her trou­bles, the first sight she had of her hus­band in his new long frock-​coat went far to re­store her, and while he was declar­ing him­self to be a cock so daubed with mud as to be in­ca­pable of crow­ing, she was con­grat­ulat­ing her­self on see­ing her hus­band once more clothed as be­came his po­si­tion. And they were lucky, too, as re­gard­ed the squire’s house; for Mr Thorne was old, and qui­et, and old- fash­ioned; and Miss Thorne was old­er, and though she was not ex­act­ly qui­et, she was very old-​fash­ioned in­deed. So that there grew to be a pleas­ant friend­ship be­tween Miss Thorne and Mrs Craw­ley.

John­ny Eames, when last I heard of him, was still a bach­elor, and, as I think, like­ly to re­main so. At last he had ut­ter­ly thrown over Sir Raf­fle Buf­fle, declar­ing to his friends that the spe­cial du­ties of pri­vate sec­re­tary­ship were not ex­act­ly to his taste. ‘You get so sick at the thir­teenth pri­vate note,’ he said, ‘that you find your­self un­able to car­ry on the hum­bug any far­ther.’ But he did not leave his of­fice. ‘I’m the head of a room, you know,’ he told La­dy Ju­lia De Guest; ‘and there’s noth­ing to trou­ble me–and a fel­low, you know, ought to have some­thing to do.’ La­dy Ju­lia told him, with a great deal of en­er­gy, that she would nev­er for­give him if he gave up his of­fice. Af­ter that event­ful night when he es­caped ig­no­min­ious­ly from the house of La­dy De­mo­lines un­der the pro­tec­tion of the po­lice­man’s lantern, he did hear more than once from Porch­ester Ter­race, and from al­lies em­ployed by the en­emy who was there res­ident. ‘My cousin the ser­jeant’ proved to be a myth. John­ny found out all about that Ser­jeant Runter, who was dis­tant­ly con­nect­ed, in­deed, with the late hus­band of La­dy De­mo­lines, but had al­ways per­sis­tent­ly de­clined to have any in­ter­course what­ev­er with her la­dy­ship. For the ser­jeant was a ris­ing man, and La­dy De­mo­lines was not ex­act­ly pro­gress­ing in the world. John­ny heard noth­ing from the ser­jeant; but from Madali­na he got let­ter af­ter let­ter. In the first she asked him not to think too much of the lit­tle joke that had oc­curred. In her sec­ond, she de­scribed the ve­he­mence of her love. In her third the bit­ter­ness of her wrath. Her fourth sim­ply in­vit­ed him to come and dine in Porch­ester Ter­race. Her fifth was the out­pour­ing of in­jured in­no­cence. And then came let­ters from an at­tor­ney. John­ny an­swered not a word to any of them, and grad­ual­ly the let­ters were dis­con­tin­ued. With­in six months of the re­ceipt of the last, he was de­light­ed by read­ing among the mar­riages in the news­pa­pers, a no­tice that Pe­ter Ban­gles, Esq., of the firm Bur­ton and Ban­gles, wine mer­chants, of Hook Court, had been unit­ed to Madali­na, daugh­ter of the late Sir Con­fu­cius De­mo­lines, at the church of Pe­ter the Mar­tyr. ‘Most ap­pro­pri­ate,’ said John­ny, as he read the no­tice to Con­way Dal­rym­ple, who was then back from his wed­ding tour; ‘for most as­sured­ly there will now be an­oth­er Pe­ter the Mar­tyr.’

‘I’m not so sure of that,’ said Con­way, who had heard some­thing of Mr Pe­ter Ban­gles. ‘There are men who have strong wills of their own and strong hands of their own.’

‘Poor Madali­na!’ said John­ny. ‘If he does beat her, I hope he will do it ten­der­ly. It may be that a lit­tle of it will suit her fevered tem­per­ament.’

Be­fore the sum­mer was over Con­way Dal­rym­ple had been mar­ried to Clara Van Siev­er, and by a sin­gu­lar ar­range­ment of cir­cum­stances had mar­ried her with the full ap­proval of old Mrs Van. Mr Mus­sel­boro–whose name I hope has not been al­to­geth­er for­got­ten, though the part played by him has been sub­or­di­nate–had op­posed Dal­rym­ple in the ef­forts made by the artist to get some­thing out of Broughton’s es­tate for the ben­efit of the wid­ow. From cir­cum­stances of which Dal­rym­ple learned the par­tic­ulars with the aid of an at­tor­ney, it seemed to him that cer­tain facts were wil­ful­ly kept in the dark by Mus­sel­boro, and he went with his com­plaint to Mrs Van Siev­er, declar­ing that he would bring the whole af­fair in­to court, un­less all the work­ings of the firm were made clear to him. Mrs Van was very in­so­lent to him–and even turned him out of the house. But, nev­er­the­less, she did not al­low Mr Mus­sel­boro to es­cape. Who­ev­er was to be left in the dark she did not wish it to be her­self;–and it be­gan to dawn up­on her that her dear Mr Mus­sel­boro was de­ceiv­ing her. Then she sent for Dal­rym­ple, and with­out a word of apol­ogy for her for­mer con­duct, put him up­on the right track. As he was push­ing his in­quiries and work­ing heav­en and earth for the un­for­tu­nate wid­ow–as to whom he swore dai­ly that when this mat­ter was set­tled he would nev­er see her again, so ter­ri­ble was she to him with her mock af­fec­tion and pre­tend­ed hys­ter­ics, and false moral­ities–he was told one day that she had gone off with Mr Mus­sel­boro! Mr Mus­sel­boro, find­ing that this was the surest plain of ob­tain­ing for him­self the lit­tle busi­ness in Hook Court, mar­ried the wid­ow of his late part­ner, and is at this mo­ment prob­ably car­ry­ing a law-​suit with Mrs Van. For the law-​suit Con­way Dal­rym­ple cared noth­ing. When the quar­rel had be­come hot be­tween Mrs Van and her late myr­mi­don, Clara fell in­to Con­way’s hands with­out op­po­si­tion; and, let the law-​suit go as it may, there will be enough left of Mrs Van’s mon­ey to make the house of Mr and Mrs Con­way Dal­rym­ple very com­fort­able. The pic­ture of Jael and Sis­era was stitched up with­out any dif­fi­cul­ty, and I dare­say most of my read­ers will re­mem­ber it hang­ing on the walls of the ex­hi­bi­tion.

Be­fore I take my leave of the dio­cese of Barch­ester for ev­er, which I pur­pose to do in the suc­ceed­ing para­graph, I de­sire to be al­lowed to say one word of apol­ogy for my­self, in an­swer to those who have ac­cused me–al­ways with­out bit­ter­ness, and gen­er­al­ly with ten­der­ness–of hav­ing for­got­ten, in writ­ing of cler­gy­men, the first and most promi­nent char­ac­ter­is­tic of the or­di­nary En­glish cler­gy­man’s life. I have de­scribed many cler­gy­men, they say, but have spo­ken of them all as though their pro­fes­sion­al du­ties, their high call­ing, their dai­ly work­ings for the good of those around them, were mat­ters of no mo­ment, ei­ther to me, or in my opin­ion, to them­selves. I would plead, in an­swer to this, that my ob­ject has been to paint the so­cial and not the pro­fes­sion­al lives of cler­gy­men; and that I have been led to do so, first­ly, by a feel­ing that as no men af­fect more strong­ly, by their own char­ac­ter, the so­ci­ety of those around than do coun­try cler­gy­men, so, there­fore, their so­cial habits have been worth the labour nec­es­sary for paint­ing them; and sec­ond­ly, by a feel­ing that though I, as a nov­el­ist, may feel my­self en­ti­tled to write of cler­gy­men out of their pul­pits, as I may al­so write of lawyers and doc­tors, I have no such lib­er­ty to write of them in their pul­pits. When I have done so, if I have done so, I have so far trans­gressed. There are those who have told me that I have made all my cler­gy­men bad, and none good. I must ven­ture to hint to such judges that they have taught their eyes to love a colour­ing high­er than na­ture jus­ti­fies. We are, most of us, apt to love Raphael’s madon­nas bet­ter than Rem­brandt’s ma­trons. But, though we do so, we know that Rem­brandt’s ma­trons ex­ist­ed; but we have a strong be­lief that no such wom­an as Raphael paint­ed ev­er did ex­ist. In that he paint­ed, as he may be sur­mised to have done, for pi­ous pur­pos­es–at least for Church pur­pos­es–Raphael was jus­ti­fied; but had he paint­ed so for fam­ily por­trai­ture he would have been false. Had I writ­ten an epic about cler­gy­men, I would have tak­en St Paul for my mod­el; but de­scrib­ing, as I have en­deav­oured to do, such cler­gy­men as I see around me, I could not ven­ture to be tran­scen­den­tal. For my­self I can on­ly say that I shall al­ways be hap­py to sit, when al­lowed to do so, at the ta­ble of Archdea­con Grant­ly, to walk through the High Street of Barch­ester arm in arm with Mr Ro­barts of Fram­ley, and to stand alone and shed a tear be­neath the mod­est black stone in the north transept of the cathe­dral on which is in­scribed the name of Sep­ti­mus Hard­ing.

And now, if the read­er will al­low me to seize him af­fec­tion­ate­ly by the arm, we will to­geth­er take our last farewell of Barset and of the tow­ers of Barch­ester. I may not ven­ture to say to him that, in this coun­try, he and I to­geth­er have wan­dered of­ten through the coun­try lanes, and have rid­den to­geth­er over the too well-​wood­ed fields, or have stood to­geth­er in the cathe­dral nave lis­ten­ing to the peals of the or­gan, or have to­geth­er sat at good men’s ta­bles, or have con­front­ed to­geth­er the an­gry pride of men who were not good. I may not boast that any be­side my­self have so re­alised the place, and the peo­ple, and the facts, as to make such rem­inis­cences pos­si­ble as those which I should at­tempt to evoke by an ap­peal to per­fect fel­low­ship. But to me Barset has been a re­al coun­ty, and its city a re­al city, and the spires and tow­ers have been be­fore my eyes, and the voic­es of the peo­ple are known to my ears, and the pave­ment of the city ways are fa­mil­iar to my foot­steps. To them all I now say farewell. That I have been in­duced to wan­der among them too long by my love for old friend­ships, and by the sweet­ness of old faces, is a fault for which I may per­haps be more read­ily for­giv­en, when I re­peat, with solem­ni­ty of as­sur­ance, that promise made in my ti­tle, that this shall be the last chron­icle of Barset.

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