"Not now," he said, "not just now.

I must rest my brain before it will be fit for any work." Then he got into the chair over the fire, and his wife began to fear that he would remain there all the day.
But the morning was not far advanced, when there came a visitor who disturbed him, and by disturbing him did him real service.

Just at ten there arrived at the little gate before the house a man on a pony, whom Jane espied, standing there by the pony's head and looking about for some one to relieve him from the charge of his steed.
This was Mr.Thumble, who had ridden over to Hogglestock on a poor spavined brute belonging to the bishop's stable, and which had once been the bishop's cob.

Now it was the vehicle by which Mrs.Proudie's episcopal messages were sent backwards and forwards through a twelve-miles ride round Barchester; and so many were the lady's requirements, that the poor animal by no means eat the hay of idleness.

Mr.Thumble had suggested to Mrs.Proudie, after their interview with the bishop and the giving up of the letter to the clerical messenger's charge, that before hiring a gig from the "Dragon of Wantley," he should be glad to know,--looking as he always did to "Mary Anne and the children,"-- whence the price of the gig was to be returned to him.