“I certainly shall not ask him; but that is not all. In the first place my income will not be what you think it, for I shall probably give up the prebend at Barchester.”
“Give up the prebend! give up six hundred a year!”
“And, beyond this, I think I may say that nothing shall tempt me to put my name to another bill. I have learned a lesson which I hope I may never forget.”
“Then what do you intend to do?”
“Nothing!”
“Then those men will sell every stick of furniture about the place. They know that your property here is enough to secure all that they claim.”
“If they have the power, they must sell it.”
“And all the world will know the facts.”
“So it must be. Of the faults which a man commits he must bear the punishment. If it were only myself!”
“That’s where it is, Mr. Robarts. Think what your wife will have to suffer in going through such misery as that! You had better take my advice. Lord Lufton, I am sure—”