The Warden is Very Obstinate
'Dr Grantly is here, sir,' greeted his ears before the door was well open, 'and Mrs Grantly.
They have a sitting-room above, and are waiting up for you.'
There was something in the tone of the man's voice which seemed to indicate that even
he looked upon the warden as a runaway schoolboy, just recaptured by his guardian, and
that he pitied the culprit, though he could not but be horrified at the crime.
The warden endeavoured to appear unconcerned, as he said, 'Oh, indeed! I'll go upstairs
at once'; but he failed signally. There was, perhaps, a ray of comfort in the presence of his
married daughter; that is to say, of comparative comfort, seeing that his son-in-law was
there; but how much would he have preferred that they should both have been safe at
Plumstead Episcopi! However, upstairs he went, the waiter slowly preceding him; and on
the door being opened the archdeacon was discovered standing in the middle of the room,
erect, indeed, as usual, but oh! how sorrowful! and on the dingy sofa behind him reclined
his patient wife.
'Papa, I thought you were never coming back,' said the lady; 'it's twelve o'clock.'
'Yes, my dear,' said the warden. 'The attorney-general named ten for my meeting; to be
sure ten is late, but what could I do, you know? Great men will have their own way.'
And he gave his daughter a kiss, and shook hands with the doctor, and again tried to look
'And you have absolutely been with the attorney-general?' asked the archdeacon.
Mr Harding signified that he had.
'Good heavens, how unfortunate!' And the archdeacon raised his huge hands in the
manner in which his friends are so accustomed to see him express disapprobation and
astonishment. 'What will Sir Abraham think of it? Did you not know that it is not
customary for clients to go direct to their counsel?'
'Isn't it?' asked the warden, innocently. 'Well, at any rate, I've done it now. Sir Abraham
didn't seem to think it so very strange.'
The archdeacon gave a sigh that would have moved a man-of-war.
'But, papa, what did you say to Sir Abraham?' asked the lady.
'I asked him, my dear, to explain John Hiram's will to me. He couldn't explain it in the
only way which would have satisfied me, and so I resigned the wardenship.'