But Valencia all but commanded him; so he went: and, behold his return was a triumph.
All was understood now, all forgiven, all forgotten, save his conduct in the cholera, by the loving, honest, brave West-country hearts; and when the new-married pair were rung into the town, amid arches and garlands, flags and bonfires, the first man to welcome Frank into his rectory was old Tardrew.
Not a word of repentance or apology ever passed the old bulldog's lips.
He was an Englishman, and kept his opinions to himself.

But he had had his lesson like the rest, two years ago, in his young daughter's death; and Frank had thenceforth no faster friend than old Tardrew.
Frank is still as High Church as ever; and likes all pomp and circumstance of worship.

Some few whims he has given up, certainly, for fear of giving offence; but he might indulge them once more, if he wished, without a quarrel.

For now that the people understand him, he does just what he likes.

His congregation is the best in the archdeaconry; one meeting-house is dead, and the other dying.