The Dean and Chapter Take Counsel All Barchester was in a tumult.

Dr.Grantly could hardly get himself out of the cathedral porch before he exploded in his wrath.

The old dean betook himself silently to his deanery, afraid to speak, and there sat, half-stupefied, pondering many things in vain.

Mr.
Harding crept forth solitary and unhappy; and, slowly passing beneath the elms of the close, could scarcely bring himself to believe that the words which he had heard had proceeded from the pulpit of Barchester cathedral.

Was he again to be disturbed?
Was his whole life to be shown up as a useless sham a second time?
Would he have to abdicate his precentorship, as he had his wardenship, and to give up chanting, as he had given up his twelve old bedesmen?
And what if he did! Some other Jupiter, some other Mr.Slope, would come and turn him out of St.Cuthbert's.