Fanny, when she read it, hardly at first realized to herself the idea that her husband, the clergyman of Framley, the family clerical friend of Lady Lufton's establishment, was going to stay with the Duke of Omnium.

It was so thoroughly understood at Framley Court that the duke and all belonging to him was noxious and damnable.

He was a Whig, he was a bachelor, he was a gambler, he was immoral in every way, he was a man of no Church principle, a corrupter of youth, a sworn foe of young wives, a swallower up of small men's patrimonies; a man whom mothers feared for their sons, and sisters for their brothers; and worse again, whom fathers had cause to fear for their daughters, and brothers for their sisters;--a man who, with his belongings, dwelt, and must dwell, poles asunder from Lady Lufton and her belongings! And it must be remembered that all these evil things were fully believed by Mrs.Robarts.Could it really be that her husband was going to dwell in the halls of Apollyon, to shelter himself beneath the wings of this very Lucifer?
A cloud of sorrow settled upon her face, and then she read the letter again very slowly, not omitting the tell-tale postscript.
"Oh, Justinia!" at last she said.
"What, have you got bad news, too ?" "I hardly know how to tell you what has occurred.

There; I suppose you had better read it;" and she handed her husband's epistle to Lady Meredith,--keeping back, however, the postscript.
"What on earth will her ladyship say now ?" said Lady Meredith, as she folded the paper, and replaced it in the envelope.
"What had I better do, Justinia?
how had I better tell her ?" And then the two ladies put their heads together, bethinking themselves how they might best deprecate the wrath of Lady Lufton.

It had been arranged that Mrs.Robarts should go back to the parsonage after lunch, and she had persisted in her intention after it had been settled that the Merediths were to stay over that evening.