But Mr.Crawley would almost have preferred that the boy should work in the fields, than that he should be educated in a manner so manifestly eleemosynary.

And then his clothes! How was he to be provided with clothes fit either for school or for college?
But the dean and Mrs.Crawley between them managed this, leaving Mr.Crawley very much in the dark, as Mrs.Crawley was in the habit of leaving him.

Then there was a younger daughter, Jane, still at home, who passed her life between her mother's work-table and her father's Greek, mending linen and learning to scan iambics,--for Mr.Crawley in his early days had been a ripe scholar.
And now there had come upon them all this terribly-crushing disaster.
That poor Mr.Crawley had gradually got himself into a mess of debt at Silverbridge, from which he was quite unable to extricate himself, was generally known by all the world both of Silverbridge and Hogglestock.

To a great many it was known that Dean Arabin had paid money for him, very much contrary to his own consent, and that he had quarrelled, or attempted to quarrel, with the dean in consequence,--had so attempted, although the money had in part passed through his own hands.

There had been one creditor, Fletcher, the butcher of Silverbridge, who had of late been specially hard upon poor Crawley.