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Barchester Towers

Chapter 9 THE STANHOPE FAMILY

Word Count: 4967    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

ong other things, absentee clergymen have been favoured with hints much too strong to be overlooked. Poor dear old Bishop Grantly had on this matter been too leni

ebendal stall in the diocese; one of the best residences in the close; and the two large rectories of Crabtree Canonicorum, and Stogpingum. Indeed, he had the cure of three parishes, for that of Eiderdown was joined to Stogpingum. He had reside

se; in the next, the bishop thought it his imperative duty to become personally acquainted with the most conspicuous of his diocesan clergy; then the bishop thought it essentially necessary for Dr Stanhope's own interests, that Dr Stanhope should, at any rate for a time, return to Barchester; and lastly, it

es were inhabited by his curates, and he felt himself from disuse to be unfit for parochial duty; but his prebendal home was kept empty for him, and he thought it probable

round them. The Stanhopes would visit you in your sickness (provided it were not contagious), would bring you oranges, French novels, and the last new bit of scandal, and then hear of your death or your recovery with an equally indifferent composure. Their conduct to each other was the same as t

ver was hyperclerical. He was a man not given to much talking, but what little he did say was generally well said. His reading seldom went beyond romances and poetry of the lightest and not always most moral description. He was thoroughly a bon vivant; an accomplished judge of wine, though he never drank to excess; and a most inexorable critic in all affairs touching the kitchen. He had had much to forgive in his own family, since a family had grown up around him, and had forgiven everything-except inattention to his dinner. His weakness in that respect was now fully understood, and his temper but seldom tried. As Dr Stanhope was a clergym

ch a one as the author to imagine. The structure of her attire was always elaborate, and yet never over laboured. She was rich in apparel, but not bedizened with finery; her ornaments were costly, rare, and such as could not fail to attract notice, but they did not look as though worn with that purpose. She well knew the great architectural secret of decorating her constructions, and never condescended to construct a decoration. But when we have said that Mrs Stanhope knew how to dress, and used her knowledge daily, we have said all. Other purpose in life she had none. It was something, indeed, that she did not interfere with the purposes of

She was a fine young woman; and had she been a man, would have been a very fine young man. All that was done in the house, and that was not done by servants, was done by her. She gave the orders, paid the bills, hired and dismissed the domestics, made the tea, carved the meat, and managed everything in the Stanhope household. She, and she alon

that his livings were as much as his individual property as the estates of his elder brother were the property of that worthy peer. She had for years past stifled every little rising wish for a return to England which the doctor had from time to time expressed. She had encouraged her mother in her idleness in order that she herself might be mistress and manager of t

delicacy. On religion she was a pure freethinker, and with much want of true affection, delighted to throw out her own views before the troubled mind of her father. To have shaken what remained of his Church of En

that we should give in detail the early history of Madeline Stanhope. She had gone to Italy when seventeen years of age, and had been allowed to make the most of her surpassing beauty in the saloons of Milan, and among the crowded villas along the shores of the Lake of Como. She had become famous for adventures in which her character

simply as an adventurer or as a spy, a man of harsh temper and oily manners, mean in figure, swarthy in face, and so false in words as to be hourly detected, need not now be told. When the moment for doing so came, she had pro

naments which had graced her bridal trousseaux. Her baby was in the arms of a poor girl from Milan, whom she had taken in exchange for the Roman maid who had accompanied her thus far,

customed height; so fatally, that when she essayed to move, she could only drag herself painfully along, with protruded hip and extended foot in a manner les

i was to be seen and heard of no more. There was no question as to re-admitting the poor ill-used beauty to her old family rights, no question as to adopting her infant daughter, beneath the Stanhope roof tree. Though heartless, the Stanhopes were not selfish. The two were taken in,

venture to say, bright as Lucifer's, I should perhaps best express the depth of their brilliancy. They were dreadful eyes to look at, such as would absolutely deter any man of quiet mind and easy spirit from attempting a passage of arms with such foes. There was talent in them, and the fire of passion and the play of wit, but there was no love. Cruelty was there instead, and courage, a desire for masterhood, cunning, and a wish for mischief. And yet, as eyes, they were very beautiful. Th

dress, or expose her deformities. Her sister always accompanied her and a maid, a manservant also, and on state occasions, two. It was impossible that her purpose could have been achieved with less: and yet, poor as she was, she had achieved her purpose. And then again the more dissolute Italian youths of Milan f

he visiting card which she had prepared for her use. For such an article one would say that she, in her present state, could have but small need, seeing how improbable it

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ould have the daughter of a Mr Josiah Jones to call herself Mrs Josiah Smith, on marrying a man of the latter name. The gold coronet was equally out of place, and perhaps inserted with even less excuse. Paul Neroni had not the faintest title to call himself a scion of even Italian nobility. Had

ious way to her married life and isolated state, and, pointing to her daughter, would call her the last of the blood o

eligion, and, sometimes, alas! loose ribaldry. The subject, however, depended entirely on the recipient, and she was prepared to correspond with any one, but moral young ladies or stiff old women. She wrote also a kind of poetry, generally

and a taste for the fine arts. He still, however, intended himself for the bar, took chambers, engaged himself to sit at the feet of a learned pundit, and spent a season in London. He there found that all his aptitudes inclined him to the life of an artist, and he determined to live by painting. With this object he retired to Milan, and had himself rigged out for Rome. As a painter he might have earned his bread, for he wanted only diligence to excel; but when at Rome his mind was carried away by other things: he soon wrote home for money, saying that he had been converted to the Mother Church, that he was already an acolyte of the Jesuits, and that he was about to start with others to Palestine on a mission for converting Jews. He did go to Judea, but being unable to convert the Jews, was converted by them. He again wrote

nora Neroni' resolved to have Sidonia at her feet. The money was sent, and the Jew did come. The Jew did come, but he was not at all to the taste of 'la Signora'. He was a dirty little old man, an

lly gave much fair promise that his father was induced to go to further expense in furthering these views. Ethelbert opened an establishment, or rather took lodgings and workshop, at Carrara, and there spoilt much marble, and made some few pretty images. Since that

of his elder sister had earned his point against his father's wishes. It was necessary, he said,

t hair was very long and silky, coming down over his coat. His beard had been prepared in the holy land, and was patriarchal. He never shaved, and rarely trimmed it. It was glossy, soft, clean, and altogether not unprepossessing. It was such that ladies might desire to reel it off and work it into their patterns in lieu of floss silk. His complexion was fair and almost pink, he was small in height, and slender in limb, but well-made, and his voice was of particular sweetness.manner an

ction. He had not thought much about it; but, had he been asked, would have said, that ill-treating a lady's heart meant injuring her promotion in the world. His principles therefore forbade him to pay attention to a girl, if he thought a

English peers, German shopkeepers, and Roman priests. All people were nearly alike to him. He was above, or rather below, all prejudices. No virtue could charm him, no vice shock him. He had about him a natural good manner, which seemed to qualify him for the highest circles, and yet he was never

cathedral precincts hitherto unknown and untalked of. In such case no amalgamation would have been at all probable between the new comers and either the Proudie set or the Grantly set. But such was far from being the case. The Stanhopes were all known

ht enlist Dr Stanhope on his side, before his enemies could out-manoeuvre him. On the other hand, the old dean had many many years ago, in the days of the doctor's clerical energies, been instrumental in assisting him in his views as to prefermen

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1 Chapter 1 WHO WILL BE THE NEW BISHOP 2 Chapter 2 HIRAM'S HOSPITAL ACCORDING TO ACT OF PARLIAMENT3 Chapter 3 DR AND MRS PROUDIE4 Chapter 4 THE BISHOP'S CHAPLAIN5 Chapter 5 A MORNING VISIT6 Chapter 6 WAR7 Chapter 7 THE DEAN AND CHAPTER TAKE COUNSEL8 Chapter 8 THE EX-WARDEN REJOICES IN HIS PROBABLE RETURN TO THE HOSPITAL9 Chapter 9 THE STANHOPE FAMILY10 Chapter 10 MRS PROUDIE'S RECEPTION-COMMENCED11 Chapter 11 MRS PROUDIE'S RECEPTION-CONCLUDED12 Chapter 12 SLOPE VERSUS HARDING13 Chapter 13 THE RUBBISH CART14 Chapter 14 THE NEW CAMPAIGN15 Chapter 15 THE WIDOW'S SUITORS16 Chapter 16 BABY WORSHIP17 Chapter 17 WHO SHALL BE COCK OF THE WALK 18 Chapter 18 THE WIDOW'S PERSECUTION19 Chapter 19 BARCHESTER BY MOONLIGHT20 Chapter 20 MR ARABIN21 Chapter 21 ST EWOLD'S PARSONAGE22 Chapter 22 THE THORNES OF ULLATHORNE23 Chapter 23 MR ARABIN READS HIMSELF IN AT ST EWOLD'S24 Chapter 24 MR SLOPE'S MANAGES MATTERS VERY CLEVERLY AT PUDDINGDALE25 Chapter 25 FOURTEEN ARGUMENTS IN FAVOUR OF MR QUIVERFUL'S CLAIMS26 Chapter 26 MRS PROUDIE TAKES A FALL27 Chapter 27 A LOVE SCENE28 Chapter 28 MRS BOLD IS ENTERTAINED BY DR AND MRS GRANTLY AT PLUMSTEAD29 Chapter 29 A SERIOUS INTERVIEW30 Chapter 30 ANOTHER LOVE SCENE31 Chapter 31 THE BISHOP'S LIBRARY32 Chapter 32 A NEW CANDIDATE FOR ECCLESIASTICAL HONOURS33 Chapter 33 MRS PROUDIE VICTRIX34 Chapter 34 OXFORD-THE MASTER AND TUTOR OF LAZARUS35 Chapter 35 MISS THORNE'S FETE CHAMPETRE36 Chapter 36 ULLATHORNE SPORTS-ACT I37 Chapter 37 THE SIGNORA NERONI, THE COUNTESS DE COURCY, AND MRS PROUDIE MEET EACH OTHER AT ULLATHORNE38 Chapter 38 THE BISHOP SITS DOWN TO BREAKFAST, AND THE DEAN DIES39 Chapter 39 THE LOOKALOFTS AND THE GREENACRES40 Chapter 40 ULLATHORNE SPORTS-ACT II41 Chapter 41 MRS BOLD CONFIDES HER SORROW TO HER FRIEND MISS STANHOPE42 Chapter 42 ULLATHORNE SPORTS-ACT III43 Chapter 43 MR AND MRS QUIVERFUL ARE MADE HAPPY. MR SLOPE ENCOURAGED BY THE PRESS44 Chapter 44 MRS BOLD AT HOME45 Chapter 45 THE STANHOPES AT HOME46 Chapter 46 MR SLOPE'S PARTING INTERVIEW WITH THE SIGNORA47 Chapter 47 THE DEAN ELECT48 Chapter 48 MISS THORNE SHOWS HER TALENT FOR MATCH-MAKING49 Chapter 49 THE BEELZEBUB COLT50 Chapter 50 THE ARCHDEACON IS SATISFIED WITH THE STATE OF AFFAIRS51 Chapter 51 MR SLOPE BIDS FAREWELL TO THE PALACE AND ITS INHABITANTS52 Chapter 52 THE NEW DEAN TAKES POSSESSION OF THE DEANERY AND THE NEW WARDEN OF THE HOSPITAL53 Chapter 53 CONCLUSION