a little parlour behind the door.  After breakfast he went out, and having twice walked round the Cathedral close and inspected the front of the palace and looked up at the windows of the prebendaries’ houses, he knocked at the door of the deanery.  The dean and Mrs Arabin were on the Continent he was told.  Then he asked for Mr Harding, having learned that Mr Harding was Mrs Arabin’s father, and that he lived at the deanery.  Mr Harding was at home, but was not very well, the servant said.  Mr Toogood, however, persevered, sending up his card, and saying that he wished to have a few minutes’ conversation with Mr Harding on very particular business.  He wrote a word upon his card before giving it to the servant—­’about Mr Crawley’.  In a few minutes he was shown into the library, and had hardly time, while looking at the shelves, to remember what Mr Crawley had said of his anger at the beautiful buildings, before an old man, very thin and very pale, shuffled into the room.  He stooped a good deal, and his black clothes were very loose about his shrunken limbs.  He was not decrepit, nor did he seem to be one who had advanced to extreme old age; but yet he shuffled rather than walked, hardly raising his feet from the ground.  Mr Toogood, as he came forward to meet him, thought that he had never seen a sweeter face.  There was very much of melancholy in it, of that soft sadness of age which seems to acknowledge, and in some sort to regret, the waning oil of life; but the regret to be read in such faces has in it nothing of the bitterness of grief; there is no repining that the end has come, but simply a touch of sorrow that so much that is dear must be left behind.  Mr Harding shook hands with his visitor, and invited him to sit down, and then seated himself, folding his hands together over his knees, and he said a few words in a very low voice as to the absence of his daughter and the dean.

‘I hope you will excuse my troubling you,’ said Mr Toogood.

’It is no trouble at all—­if I could be of any use.  I don’t know whether it is proper, but may I ask whether you call as—­as—­as a friend of Mr Crawley’s?’

‘Altogether as a friend, Mr Harding.’

’I’m glad of that; though of course I am well aware that the gentlemen engaged on the prosecution must do their duty.  Still—­I don’t know—­somehow I would rather not hear of them speak of this poor gentleman before the trial.’

‘You know Mr Crawley then?’

’Very slightly—­very slightly indeed.  He is a gentleman not much given to social habits, and has been but seldom here.  But he is an old friend whom my son-in-law loves dearly.’

’I’m glad to hear you say that, Mr Harding.  Perhaps before I go any further, I ought to tell you that Mrs Crawley and I are first-cousins.’

‘Oh, indeed.  Then you are a friend.’