There were there two odd volumes of Euripides, a Greek Testament, an Odyssey, a duodecimo Pindar, and a miniature Anacreon. There was half a Horace--the two first books of the Odes at the beginning and the De Arte Poetica at the end having disappeared. There was a little bit of a volume of Cicero, and there were Caesar's 'Commentaries' in two volumes, so stoutly bound that they had defied the combined ill-usage of time and the Crawley family. All these were piled upon the secretary, with many others--odd volumes of sermons and the like; but the Greek and Latin lay at the top, and showed signs of frequent use. There was one arm-chair in the room--a Windsor chair, as such used to be called, made soft by an old cushion in the back, in which Mr Crawley sat when both he and his wife were in the room, and Mrs Crawley when he was absent. And there was an old horsehair sofa--now almost denuded of its horsehair--but that, like the tables required the assistance of a friendly wall. Then there was a half a dozen of other chairs--all of different sorts --and they completed the furniture of the room. It was not such a room as one would wish to see inhabited by an beneficed clergyman of the Church of England; but they who know what money will do and what it will not, will understand how easily a man with a family, and with a hundred and thirty pounds a year, may be brought to the need of inhabiting such a chamber.
When it is remembered that three pounds of meat a day, at ninepence a pound, will cost over forty pounds a year, there need be no difficulty in understanding that it may be so. Bread for such a family must cost at least twenty-five pounds. Clothes for five persons of whom one must at any rate wear the raiment of a gentleman, can hardly be found for less than ten pounds a year a head. Then there remains fifteen pounds for tea, sugar, beer, wages, education, amusements and the like. In such circumstances a gentleman can hardly pay much for the renewal of furniture!
Mrs Crawley could not answer her husband's question before her daughter, and was therefore obliged to make another excuse for again sending her out of the room. 'Jane, dear,' she said, 'bring my things down to the kitchen and I will change them by the fire. I will be there in two minutes, when I have had a word with your papa.' The girl went immediately and then Mrs Crawley answered her husband's question. 'No, my dear; there is no question of you going to prison.'
'But there will be.'
'I have undertaken that you shall attend before the magistrates at Silverbridge in Thursday next, at twelve o'clock. You will do that?'
'Do it! You mean, I suppose, to say that I must go there. Is anybody to come and fetch me?'
'Nobody will come. Only you must promise that you will be there. I have promised for you. You will go; will you not?' She stood leaning over him, half embracing him, waiting for an answer; but for a while he gave none. 'You will tell me that you will do what I have undertaken for you, Josiah?'
'I think I would rather that they fetched me. I think that I will not go myself.'
'And have policemen come for you in the parish! Mr Walker has promised that he will send over his phaeton. He sent me home in it today.'
'I want nobody's phaeton. If I go I will walk. If it were ten times the distance, and though I had not a shoe left to my feet I would walk.
If I go there at all, of my own accord, I will walk there.'
'But you will go?'
'What do I care for the parish? What matters who sees me now? I cannot be degraded as worse than I am. Everybody knows it.'
'There is no disgrace without guilt,' said his wife.
'Everybody thinks me guilty. I see it in their eyes. The children know of it, and I hear whispers in the school. "Mr Crawley has taken some money." I heard the girl say it myself.'
'What matters what the girl says?'
'And yet you would have me go in a fine carriage to Silverbridge, as though to a wedding. If I am wanted let them take me as they would another. I shall be here for them--unless I am dead.'
At this moment Jane appeared, pressing her mother to take off her wet clothes, and Mrs Crawley went with her daughter to the kitchen. The one red-armed young girl who was their only servant was sent away, and then the mother and the child discussed how best they might prevail on the head of the family. 'But, mamma, it must come right; must it not?'
'I trust it will; I think it will. But I cannot see my way as yet.'
'Papa cannot have done anything wrong.'
'No, my dear; he has done nothing wrong. He has made great mistakes, it is hard to make people understand that he has not intentionally spoken untruths. He is ever thinking of other things, about the school, and his sermons, and he does not remember.'
'And about how poor we are, mamma.'
'He has much to occupy his mind, and he forgets things which dwell in the memory of other people. He said that he had got this money from Mr Soames, and of course he thought it was so.'
'And where did he get it, mamma?'
'Ah--I wish I knew. I should have said that I had seen every shilling that came into the house; but I know nothing of this cheque--whence it came.'
'But will not papa tell you?'
'He would tell me if he knew. He thinks it came from the dean.'
'And are you sure that it did not?'
'Yes; quite sure; as sure as I can be of anything. The dean told me he would give him fifty pounds, and the fifty pounds came. I had them in my own hands. And he was written to say that it was so.'
'But couldn't it be part of the fifty pounds?'
'No, dear, no.'
'Then where did papa get it? Perhaps he picked it up and has forgotten?'
