be as honest as the sun, you wouldn't wish Henry to marry his daughter.'

'Certainly not,' said the mother. 'It would be an unfitting marriage.
The poor girl has no advantages.'

'He is not able to pay the baker's bill. I always though Arabin was
very wrong to place such a man in such a parish as Hogglestock. Of
course the family could not live there.' The Arabin here spoken of was
Dr Arabin, dean of Barchester. The dean and archdeacon had married
sisters, and there was much intimacy between the families.

'After all it is only rumour, as yet,' said Mrs Grantly.

'Fothergill told me only yesterday, that he sees her almost every day,'
said the father. 'What are we to do, Griselda? You know how headstrong
Henry is.' The marchioness sat quite still; looking at the fire, and
made no immediate answer to this address.

'There is nothing for it but that you should tell him what you think,'
said the mother.

'If his sister were to speak to him, it might do much,' said the
archdeacon. To this Mrs Grantly said nothing; but Mrs Grantly's daughter
understood very well that her mother's confidence in her was not equal
to her father's. Lady Hartletop said nothing, but still sat, with
impassive face, and eyes fixed upon the fire. 'I think that if you were
to speak to him, Griselda, and tell him that he would disgrace his
family, he would be ashamed to go on with such a marriage,' said the
father. 'He would feel, connected as he is with Lord Hartletop--'