nobody can possibly believe that such a man as that stole twenty pounds."
"I do not for one," said Lily.
"God forbid that I should say he did," said the squire.
"I'm quite sure he didn't," said Johnny, warming to his subject. "It couldn't be that such a man as that should become a thief all at once. It's not human nature, sir; is it?"
"It is very hard to know what is human nature," said the squire.
"It's the general opinion down in Barsetshire that he did steal it," said Bernard. "Dr. Thorne was one of the magistrates who committed him, and I know he thinks so."
"I don't blame the magistrates in the least," said Johnny.
"That's kind of you," said the squire.
"Of course you'll laugh at me, sir; but you'll see that we shall come out right. There's some mystery in it of which we haven't got at the bottom as yet; and if there is anybody that can help us it's the dean."
"If the dean knows anything, why has he not written and told what he knows?" said the squire.
"That's what I can't say. The dean has not had an opportunity of writing since he heard,—even if he has yet heard,—that Mr. Crawley is to be tried. And then he and Mrs. Arabin are not together. It's a long story, and I will not trouble you with it all; but at any rate I'm going off to-morrow. Lily, can I do anything for you in Florence?"
"In Florence?" said Lily; "and are you really going to Florence? How I envy you."
"And who pays your expenses?" said the squire.
"Well;—as to my expenses, they are to be paid by a person who won't raise any unpleasant questions about the amount."
"I don't know what you mean," said the squire.
"He means himself," said Lily.
"Is he going to do it out of his own pocket?"
"He is," said Lily, looking at her lover.
"I'm going to have a trip for my own fun," said Johnny, "and I shall pick up evidence on the road, as I'm going;—that's all."
Then Lily began to take an active part in the conversation, and a great deal was said about Mr. Crawley, and about Grace, and Lily declared that she would be very anxious to hear any news which John Eames might be able to send. "You know, John, how fond we are of your cousin Grace, at Allington? Are we not, uncle?"
"Yes, indeed," said the squire. "I thought her a very nice girl."
