"By far the best way, my love. But your drafts, dear, are no longer worth any thing; and I must therefore see Corbold, to give orders that every thing is put right about that at the banker's, and so forth: and this must really be done without delay." "Certainly it must," said the lady. "Shall I ... I mean, will you send one of the men to Wrexhill to bring him here?" Mr. Cartwright laid his hand on the bell, but, ere he pulled it, checked his hand, and said, "No! I must walk to the village, and therefore I will call on him myself." "Shall you prefer walking, my dear Mr. Cartwright?" "Why no: I had forgot: perhaps it would be as well to take the carriage." "Oh, certainly! And you can bring Henrietta back with you." "True, dear,--she will certainly want the carriage: I will go, and send her and her bandboxes back in it--and then, perhaps, drive myself back in the cab. It is at the Vicarage, you know." "Is it? I did not remember that. Then how are they gone this morning?--those undutiful children, I mean, who have chosen to set off this morning without even leaving a message for us. I imagined that Charles had packed them both into the cab, as he has often done his sisters." "Do not waste a thought on them, my beloved Clara! It is evident that they have neither of them ever felt the slightest affection for you; and would it not be worse than folly for you, beloved and adored as you are, to let any thought of them come to blight our happiness?" After this and many more tender and affectionate passages had passed between them, Mr. Cartwright set off for the Vicarage _in his own coach_, as he told himself more than once as he drove along; and having informed his son and daughter, not greatly to the surprise of either, that Mowbray Park was to be their future home, he left them to prepare for their removal, telling Henrietta that he would send his carriage back from Mr. Corbold's, where it should set him down, and that she might fill it, if she chose, with her own luggage, as he should drive Jacob _home_ in his cab. At Mr. Corbold's the conversation was rather religious, and moreover extremely satisfactory to both parties. One or two of his most prayerful parishioners among the tradespeople were next called upon, and permitted to offer their congratulations and thanksgivings, and then told to send their bills to the Park. After this, the reverend bridegroom walked down the village street to the common, returning the humble bowings and curtsyings that crossed his path with a benignant sweetness of countenance that spoke much of the placid contentment that dwelt within. It was not, however, solely to enjoy this pleasing interchange of heavenly-minded civility that he directed his steps along this well-frequented path--though that was something,--but for the purpose also of transacting a little business with Freeman, the prosperous landlord of the Mowbray Arms.