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'They shall not put forward this plea on my behalf,' continued
the warden. 'Whatever may be the truth of the matter, that
at any rate is not true; and the man who wrote that article
is right in saying that such a plea is revolting to 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
could 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.
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