"That's excellent, Chadwick;--that's excellent! I told you Sir
Abraham was the man for us;" and he put down on the table the copy of
the opinion, and patted it fondly.

"Don't you let that be seen, though, archdeacon."

"Who?--I!--not for worlds," said the doctor.

"People will talk, you know, archdeacon."

"Of course, of course," said the doctor.

"Because, if that gets abroad, it would teach them how to fight their
own battle."

"Quite true," said the doctor.

"No one here in Barchester ought to see that but you and I,
archdeacon."

"No, no, certainly no one else," said the archdeacon, pleased with the
closeness of the confidence; "no one else shall."

"Mrs Grantly is very interested in the matter, I know," said Mr
Chadwick.

Did the archdeacon wink, or did he not? I am inclined to think he did
not quite wink; but that without such, perhaps, unseemly gesture he
communicated to Mr Chadwick, with the corner of his eye, intimation