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Make a joyful noise

Unto God, all the earth

Sing forth the glory of His name

And make His praise glorious

Sing unto God

O, sing of all Thy works...

To be sure,

Mr Harding is a good man,

a good man without guile,

who believes in the religion he has striven to teach,

and is guided by the precepts he has striven to learn...

and yet...

And yet what, Mr Bold?

I believe him to be corrupted.

But you said he was a good man.

Your own words.

Even good men can be corrupted by what lies around them,

especially in the Church of England.

The sound apple is subject to decay by the rottenness of others in the barrel.

I realise there is a great deal of public criticism of the established Church.

It's a popular pastime at the moment.

But Barchester would find it difficult to believe

that Mr Harding is corrupt.

Not morally corrupt.

- Oh? - But legally.

Which is why I came to you for guidance.

Your reforming zeal taking the upper hand again, Mr Bold?

Is there something evil in wishing to right the wrongs in our society?

No. Professionally speaking, I'm all in favour.

So, tell me more about this good man's corruption.

'Mr Harding's like many other men within the established Church. '

He receives material rewards

out of all proportion to the contribution he makes to...

humanity.

You mean he is overpaid?

Yes.

'Mr Harding is the warden of Hiram's Hospital.

'I know that the hospital was founded in the 15th century by Mr John Hiram

'as an almshouse for retired wool-carders.

'That a considerable sum of money was set aside for the purpose

'under the direction of the Bishop of Barchester

'together with a considerable area of land and property.

'I believe that the total income

'is now absurdly in excess

'of Mr Harding's earthly requirements. '

Mr Harding was appointed by the bishop?

Yes.

12 years ago, soon after Mr Harding's daughter married the bishop's son.

Corruption and nepotism?

They're all good and decent people, Mr Finney.

- All honourable men. - Yes.

How does Mr Harding dispose of his surplus wealth?

"Harding's Church Music"?

Should we regard the... collection of church music

as being wilful extravagance and self-Indulgence?

People come to my surgery complaining of illness

when their only ailment is lack of food.

And this would feed them for a year.

I understand.

So...

what are your legal requirements?

I would like to know the precise terms of Mr Hiram's will

so we might check it is being properly administered,

whether there might be case for changing its terms.

I would also like to see the accounts for the hospital,

for let us say the last 25 years.

Very well.

Erm... you know Mr Harding?

Yes, I've known Mr Harding and his daughter since I was a child.

- A friend of the family? - A good friend of the family.

Yes.

I will take the necessary legal action.

Meanwhile, why don't you ask Mr Harding directly,

as a good friend of the family,

about the corruption and nepotism?

That was beautiful, Mr Harding.

Beautiful - if you like music.

Thank you. Thank you, Bunce.

Have you come to see Eleanor?

No, I've come to see you,

- if you can spare the time? - Of course.

One evening call is worth ten in the morning.

I love social talk after dinner.

That's why I dine early

so as to get as much of it as I can.

I fear this is business talk, Mr Harding.

Business?

I wish to speak to you about the hospital.

Very well,

you shall speak to me...

about the hospital.

Come and sit down.

Now...

what can I tell you about the hospital...

apart from the fact that it's the most perfect place I know?

It's about the accounts.

Oh!

Then, my dear fellow, I'm afraid I can tell you nothing.

I am as ignorant as a child.

You must know how much you receive.

They pay me L800 a year.

Which is probably far too much but isn't my decision.

And how much do the old men receive?

One shilling and sixpence a day.

It was, er, one and fourpence

but I increased it when I became warden.

Yes.

I have the greatest regard for you, Mr Harding, the truest respect.

- The fondest... - Thank you.

Thank you very much, Mr Bold, but never mind that.

I'm as capable of being in the wrong as any other man.

But I must express what I feel

lest you think there's any personal enmity in what I am going to do.

Personal enmity?

Going to do? What are you going to do? Cut my throat?

I fear there is reason think that John Hiram's will

is not being carried out to the letter.

I've been asked to see into it.

Very well.

I have no objection.

No objection?

To lawyers inquiring into the financial circumstances of the hospital?

Why should I object?

I may appear to be interfering in your affairs.

If you act justly, say nothing in this matter but the truth

and use no unfair weapons in carrying out your purpose,

I have nothing to forgive.

I presume you and your fellow...

reformers

feel that I am not entitled to the money I receive from the hospital.

Very well.

You must do what you consider to be your duty.

- And I shall do mine. - Father.

Oh...

John.

Excellent timing.

We shall have some tea.

I think not. I have a long day tomorrow...

in the circumstances, but thank you.

Good evening, Miss Harding.

Mr Harding.

Why should he call me Miss Harding?

He is John and I am Eleanor.

And what circumstances?

We shall have some tea.

Good heavens,

the effrontery of the man!

He has the right to ask the question.

He has no right to imply that you are stealing money!

Which question has he the right to ask?

Are the terms of John Hiram's will being properly carried out?

And what is the answer to the question?

The answer is yes! In letter and spirit.

- Have you read the will? - No.

I've read the will...

er, once upon a time.

- Recently? - About 35 years ago,

when I first became bishop.

There were a lot of papers and documents for me to read.

I don't remember what it said.

Do you know what the will says?

I know that John Hiram died in 1434

and left sufficient money and property to maintain the hospital

- according to the standards of 1434... - 1434.

I also know that the value of the property has increased severalfold since then

enabling me to enjoy a handsome income.

- And why not? - Perhaps John Bold's legal advisors

will tell us why not.

John Bold!

The man is an upstart. A reformer.

He might even be a radical, for all I know.

He's quite clearly a scoundrel.

I like John Bold very much.

- Like him? - Yes, I am aware of that,

but then you like everybody.

Now I have personally no direct evidence

to form a judgment on Mr Bold's character...

No evidence! Forgive me, Father, but you're talking nonsense.

Of course we have evidence. He accuses you of corruption.

I think he accuses me... Uh, all of us.

- I think he accuses us of nepotism. - But you like him.

Yes! If you look at it from his point of view...

Why should I? He has no point of view!

Let the warden pursue his argument.

Archdeacon, forgive me.

Consider the idea of nepotism

from John Bold's point of view.

He sees my old friend the bishop,

he sees my old friend the bishop's son as archdeacon,

he sees the archdeacon's father-in-law

as warden of the hospital.

The father, the son,

the father-in-law.

All holding high office within the Church.

- On merit. - Of course.

Of that there can be no question,

particularly in the case of the father and the son.

Oh, warden!

Well, thank you for explaining

Mr Bold's case about nepotism.

Naturally, I cannot agree with it.

But there is a certain logic seen from his prejudiced point of view.

I try to see this question through John Bold's eyes.

I think it's sensible.

Particularly because it is just possible

that he may become my second son-in-law.

Mr Bold and Eleanor?

- There has been no engagement. - It's absurd!

Eleanor would have told me but I see they're fond of each other.

- And I see no reason to object. - No, no.

I... I suppose I could teach myself

to welcome him into the flock.

I see reason to object!

If he were to marry Eleanor, he would be my brother-in-law!

Good heavens! This man,

who probably wants to close all the cathedrals and parish churches

and distribute the proceeds among Methodists and Baptists and heathens...

I think he only wants to clarify the terms of John Hiram's will.

Shall I tell you what I think?

Your views are always welcome, Archdeacon.

Tell us what you think.

I think the Church,

with its allegedly ill-gotten gains,

can afford better legal advice

than that available to Mr Bold.

I think...

that we should consult Sir Abraham Haphazard.

Good heavens.

But Mr Harding...

What about Mr Harding?

He is one of the most loved and respected men in Barchester.

I love and respect Mr Harding.

My complaint is not against him

but against the institution that sustains him.

People go hungry while the Church grows fatter day by day.

I agree with you about the wealth and corruption within the Church.

I support the campaign that seeks to remedy the situation

but why pick a sweet and gentle man like Mr Harding?

Why not run your campaign against somebody like Dr Vesey Stanhope?

Stanhope? I don't think I know him. Tell me about him.

You spend all your time

buried in your letters and campaigns and the Jupiter

and you don't hear the common gossip of Barchester.

Drs Stanhope is the rector of Crabtree, theoretically.

Has a handsome living and spends all his time

on the banks of lake Como in Italy collecting butterflies.

I must investigate Dr Stanhope.

I wish you would do so and forget about poor Mr Harding.

I've been asked to inquire into the running of Hiram's Hospital.

There is no turning back.

Who asked you?

Tom Towers.

I thought so.

Many people have reason to be grateful for Tom's work.

He sits in his cosy little room in London

looking for campaigns that cause the maximum of trouble

to the people concerned and none at all to him.

- Nonsense. - I do not like Tom Towers.

- You haven't met him. - I don't care.

Well, he's coming to stay with us.

When?

As soon as my inquiries reach a suitable stage.

And you didn't see fit to consult your sister first

about the convenience of such a visit?

No, I didn't.

And for that I apologise.

Does Tom Towers know that Mr Harding

is the most loved and respected man in Barchester?

We are concerned with principles not individuals.

Eleanor is an individual.

If you push a stone down a hill,

once it has achieved a certain momentum,

it will continue to the bottom of the hill.

And if anybody is in the way?

Alas, they are in the way.

- A petition? - Yes.

Bless you, sir, I never signed a petition before.

It's very simple.

I never signed anything... very much.

Let me explain.

This will go to the bishop

asking him to see that justice is done to the legal recipients of the charity.

And what does that mean, sir?

It means... money.

Ah...

But only if all 12 of you sign the petition.

- There's a problem. - A problem?

Two problems.

Tell me about the problems.

I don't see that Mr Bunce will sign this.

- Mr Bunce? - Very loyal to Mr Harding is Mr Bunce.

- Oh. - So we all are...

- Of course. - But Mr Bunce especially.

11 signatures will be quite acceptable.

That's the other problem...

Mr Bunce is the only one who can write.

If all of you make your mark, that is quite acceptable in the eyes of the law.

Well...

I don't know what to say.

We've a lot of respect for Mr Harding.

I have a lot of respect for Mr Harding.

- You do? - Indeed, yes.

- This is not an attack on Mr Harding. - Mm-hm?

This is simply an attempt to see that justice is done.

- Justice? - Yes.

- Meaning money. - Yes.

How much?

Could be as much as L100 a year.

L100 a year.

Is that each?

Each of you is entitled to L100 a year by common law,

as I understand it.

If 11 of us make our mark...

That is an essential first step.

You shall have 11 marks.

Supposing I have to write them myself.

I don't know.

Now that be the lot.

- Except for Mr Bunce. - Bunce?

- Bunce? - Bunce?

The lawyer said pray no heed to Bunce.

He said 11 marks would serve.

Now we've got 11.

11 we've got.

- Bunce can jump in the river. - That's right!

That's what Bunce can do!

What can Bunce do, Abel Handy?

Well, er, well... nothing.

Well, let's just say...

I have the advantage over all of you, I can read and I can write my name.

This is doing no good, Abel Handy.

Not that you ever did much good, I'm thinking.

I minds my own business, Master Bunce, and you do the same.

And your spying here won't make no difference.

And you stuck your name on that petition, have you?

I... Yes, I have.

What is it to you what he signs?

He can sign what he likes in his own room.

He doesn't need your permission.

Did you ask permission to come into this room?

Sneaking in here without permission and he's busy.

And you're not wanted.

I've known Job Skulpit 60 years.

I know the mother that bore him.

When she and I were little wee things,

picking daisies together in the close yonder.

And I've spent ten years under the same roof with him.

And after that I may come into his room

without asking leave and yet no sneaking neither.

So you can, Mr Bunce, so you can.

I'm also free to tell him my mind.

And I tell him he's done a foolish and a wrong thing.

He's playing the game of others who care nothing for him,

poor or rich, sickness or health,

alive or dead.

Are the lot of you soft enough to think

that if 100 a year be given, it's the likes of us will get it?

Did any of us ever do anything worth half the money?

Was it to make gentleman of us, we were brought here

when all the world turned against us and we couldn't longer earn our daily bread?

Aren't you all as rich in your ways as is Mr Harding in his?

Aren't you getting all you hoped for? Hm?

Aye, and more than you hoped for.

Wouldn't each of you have given the dearest limb of his body

to secure that which now makes you so ungrateful?

We want what John Hiram left us!

We want what's ours by law.

No matter what we expected,

what's ours by law should be ours.

And by gollers we mean to have it!

Law!

Didn't know a poor man yet was better for law or a lawyer.

- But, Mr Bunce... - Will Mr Finney be as good to you, Job,

as the warden has been?

Will he see to you when you're sick?

Comfort you when you're wretched?

Wait till you're all on your deathbeds

then cry out for lawyers.

See what good it will do you.

Law!

What I can't understand is why you let them do this in the first place.

- Why stop them? - Or why you let them do anything.

Allowing that Bold on the premises

and that other low pettifogger Finney, and this!

- Why didn't you tell Bunce to destroy it? - That would hardly be wise.

It's a short answer they'll get, I can tell you.

Why shouldn't they petition if they want...

Why shouldn't they? Why shouldn't they?

I'll tell them why they shouldn't!

- Will they have heard that? - Yes, I think they will.

Good, good.

Where are you going?

- To my study. - You're staying here with me.

Don't let's have a division in the camp, unless you wish to be ruined quietly.

If I am to be ruined, I would much rather be ruined quietly.

Let us have a long pull and a strong pull

but above all, a pull all together.

Now come, Warden, come. Don't be afraid of your duty.

Good day to you, gentlemen.

I hope you're well, Warden, and Miss Eleanor.

Yes, thank you, Bunce, very well.

Likewise, my lord?

And your good lady? And the children of Plumstead?

Yes, thank you, Bunce,

we are all in excellent health.

But not in excellent spirits!

Do sit down, all of you.

Let us approach this matter

in a friendly and informal manner.

Now, my men, I would to say a few words to you.

Your good friend the warden here and myself

and my lord the bishop, on whose behalf I wish to speak to you,

would all be very sorry,

very sorry indeed,

that you had any just ground for complaint.

Any just ground for complaint on your part

would be dealt with at once by the warden,

or by His Lordship, or by me on his behalf

without the necessity for any petition.

I am told you addressed a petition to my lord.

Yes, we have.

A petition in which you express an opinion

that you do not receive from Hiram's estate...

all that is due to you.

- That's right, sir. - That be the case.

Oh, I don't know.

What is it you ask for? What is it you want that you have not got here?

- A hundred a year! - That's right.

A hundred a year?

Are you mad?

When John Hiram built a hospital for worn-out old men,

worn-out old working men, infirm old men past their work,

cripples, blind, bedridden,

do you think he meant to make gentlemen out of them?

Oh, my men, I will tell you what John Hiram meant.

He meant that 12 poor, worn-out old working men,

who could no longer support themselves,

who had no friends to support them,

who must starve and perish miserably

if not protected by the hand of friendship,

he meant that 12 such men...

could come here in their poverty and wretchedness

and find within these walls

shelter and food

before their death,

and a little leisure...

to make their peace with God.

That is what John Hiram meant.

You have not read John Hiram's will.

And I doubt whether the wicked men who are advising you have done so.

I have.

I know what his will was.

That is to say,

I understand fully the spirit behind it.

And I tell you, that was his will!

And his will shall be done!

Have you not shelter and leisure and food?

Have you not every indulgence that you are capable of enjoying?

Have you not twice better food? A twice better bed?

Ten times more money than you are ever capable of enjoying?

And yet you petition for L100 a year.

I tell you what, my friends, you are deluded!

You are made fools of by wicked men acting for their own ends.

I tell you, you will not get 100 pence a year more than you get now!

In fact, it is possible you might even get less.

- Less? - It is possible my lord the bishop

- and the warden may make changes. - Changes?

No, no.

No?

No.

No, I...

I want no changes.

At least, no changes which will make you worse off than you are already,

not so long as you and I all live together.

God bless you, Mr Harding.

God bless you, sir.

We knew you was always our friend.

Precisely,

we are your friends.

So let there be an end to this nonsense.

I think I spoke to them plainly.

Oh, yes, you were plain enough.

So that's everything, that's everything.

With these people one must speak plainly or one will not be understood.

- I think they understood. - Yes, they understood all right.

They know what to expect from us, they know we're not afraid.

We shall triumph, Mr Harding, we shall triumph.

Glory be to the Father

And to the Son

And to the Holy Ghost

As it was in the beginning, is now...

We shall have 'em, John, we shall have them.

I'm sure.

We must start now.

So, this is where you tend the sick and needy?

It is.

And expose the corruption of the Church.

I understand the bishop is taking counsel's opinion.

Really?

- They have Sir Abraham Haphazard. - The Attorney General?

- You are pleased by that? - John, I am delighted.

Taking counsel's opinion is the last refuge

of the guilty and the desperate.

We have them on the run.

John, I... Forgive me, I thought you were alone.

I would like you to meet Tom Towers. Tom, this is my sister Mary.

- Good afternoon, Miss Bold. - Mr Towers.

A great joy to meet the sister of such a dedicated campaigner for social justice.

John is an excellent doctor, too.

Will we be reading about the campaign in the pages of the Jupiter?

The press has a clear responsibility in these matters.

Corruption must be exposed to the clean air of public scrutiny.

Perhaps you would like some tea?

We'd love some tea.

Mr Towers must be tired from his journey.

On the contrary, the trains from London

are extremely fast, comfortable and clean.

I understand the trains from Barchester to London

are equally efficient, Mr Towers.

Your sister not a campaigner, John?

Oh, yes, she's a campaigner - a different campaign.

There's only one campaign,

nay, a crusade.

'We make no apology for launching another thunderbolt

'in the familiar direction of the Church of England.

'We are informed that the warden of an old almshouse

'attached to Barchester cathedral

'is in receipt of 25 times the annual income

'appointed for him by the will of the founder,

'while the sum yearly expended on the absolute purposes of the charity

'has always remained fixed.

'In other words, the legatees under the founder's will,

'being the aged and the infirm, have received no advantage

'from the increase in the value of the property during the last four centuries,

'such increase having been absorbed by the so-called warden.

'It is impossible to conceive of a case of greater injustice.

'It is no answer to say that some 12 old men

'receive as much of the goods of this world as such old men require.

'On what foundation, moral or divine,

'traditional or legal,

'is grounded the warden's claim

'to the large income he receives for doing nothing?

'Does he ever ask himself when he stretches wide his clerical palm

'to receive the pay of some dozen of the working clergy

'for what service he is so remunerated?

'Does his conscience ever entertain the question

'of his right to such subsidies?

'Or is it possible

'that the subject never so much as presents itself to his mind? '

Good heavens.

'We must express our opinion

'that nowhere but in the Church of England,

'and only there among its priests,

'could such a state of moral indifference be found. '

I'm sorry it was such a brief visit, John.

Not without impact, I suspect.

Indeed.

- Drive on. - Come along.

You must come and see me in London.

'Tis all in the Jupiter so it must be true.

See here, it says Mr Harding's no better than a robber.

- Where does it say that? - There, you see?

- Robber. - Oh, I see it, robber.

Does it say we shall all have a hundred a year?

- Of course it do. - Oh...

Does it say all our names?

Well, no, it doesn't say our names.

That wouldn't be legal.

But it says the money, says a hundred a year.

So I was right to sign the petition?

Of course you was right. Didn't we tell you so?

And you, old Billy, you was right.

I still don't know.

- I'll take that. - What right have you to take it?

It was given to me by my legal attorney Mr Finney.

I have the right because I can read it.

It's only kindling to the rest of you.

- Proud of yourself? - Pride doesn't come into it.

- I think it is mostly pride. - Nonsense.

And the monstrous conceit of your friend Tom Towers.

Tom is a courageous man.

So courageous that he runs off to London and leaves you

to cope with the consequences of his arrogance?

- Consequences? - Oh!

"Nowhere but in the Church of England

"could such a state of moral indifference be found. "

I assume we do not agree with that assertion.

- A gross exaggeration. - Well...

Ought we not to do something to correct this assertion?

- May I make a tentative suggestion? - Excellent.

One of us could write a letter to the Jupiter,

clarifying gently and politely, but firmly,

that there is no state of moral indifference

in the Church of England.

A sound suggestion.

Were such a letter to be published...

it would be smothered in ridicule.

Really? I hadn't realised...

Leave out some word or letter,

make some tiny error of grammar or syntax,

and the ignorance of the clergy will be harped upon.

I must confess, I always have trouble with the subjunctive.

The smallest mistake will be interpreted

as self-condemnation.

Whatever you say they will alter to prove that you are vulgar,

ill-tempered, irreverent and illiterate.

But we are none of those things, are we, Warden?

Vulgar, ill-tempered, irreverent...

What was the last quality on your list, Archdeacon?

- Illiterate! - Illiterate.

No, we are none of these things.

I freely confess to other frailties but...

They will take those frailties

and transform them instantly into total and comprehensive guilt of every crime

in the statute book, including blasphemy.

Oh, dear me...

I wasn't aware that newspapers behaved like this,

though I rarely read them, as you know.

The Jupiter is omnipotent.

A man may have the best causes, the best of talents and best of tempers

but if the Jupiter decides he is no better than a criminal,

he has no chance of defending himself.

What the tsar is in Russia,

or the mob in America, so is the Jupiter in England.

Goodness me.

That being said, we shall have no truck with the Jupiter.

- If that is your considered opinion... - Oh, it is.

Ought we to do something?

Hm? Oh, yes, yes, there is something.

Ah, something.

We have to study the word of Sir Abraham Haphazard.

There has been a reply?

Oh, thank you, Warden, thank you.

Verily, the word of Sir Abraham has many syllables.

There are copies of the will, copies of letters,

of accounts, wardens' journals, leases.

There are copies of everything that can be copied,

including some that cannot!

Oh. Well, ought we to read any of this?

I fear it is inevitable.

Oh, dear, but I mean...

could we not just write a letter to the Jupiter?

No.

I hope you don't mind talking in here. I'm working.

It makes not the slightest difference where we talk.

Are you, er, angry?

You've read this?

Yes.

Is this part of your campaign against my father?

No, not against your father, against the institution of the Church.

What I read here is a personal attack against my father.

- Eleanor... - Miss Harding.

Your father is everything that is kind and generous.

He always was so.

Mr Bold, you may be sure of one thing,

I shall always judge my father to be right.

Those who oppose him I shall judge to be wrong.

- I don't oppose him. - Those who do not know him do.

I shall charitably believe they are wrong through error of judgment.

I understand.

When I see him attacked by those who know him,

and who ought to love him, those people I cannot forgive.

Those people I do not wish to see again!

- But Eleanor... - Miss Harding!

I love you.

Eureka.

Does that indicate that you have found it?

This appears to be the gist of the matter.

You mean to say amongst all these documents there is a gist?

A memorandum from Sir Abraham. Hm?

Must I read this, or could you explain it to me?

You are safe.

How am I safe?

Mr John Bold and his associates have made a technical error.

They have started proceedings against Mr Harding,

naming him as warden of the hospital.

But I am warden of the hospital.

If you look at the original wording of the will,

it says my lord the bishop, being graciously pleased

to see that due justice be done and so forth.

- You see the point? - No.

For them to bring a successful action,

they have to name the people responsible

for the carrying out of the terms of the will.

In legal terms, Mr Harding is a paid servant.

The defendants, in Sir Abraham's view,

should have been the corporation or the Chapter

or more likely, my father, not you.

And you are the one named in their case.

It seems to me to be a very fine legal quibble.

Sir Abraham specialises in fine legal quibbles.

Is he sure about this fine legal quibble?

Let me tell you what he says. Er... he says...

Yes. "By the time such a point is resolved in the courts,

"the other side will have been forced into at least...

"L15,000 worth of legal costs. "

Now, where can they find that amount of money?

The hospital is safe.

- I'm safe... - Splendid.

...because the church has more money than the reformers

and because of a fine legal quibble, I'm safe.

Yes.

Does Sir Abraham

say anything about the morality of the situation?

Certainly not. The legal profession does not concern itself with morality.

Our department, is it not?

Forgive me.

Forgive me, Bishop, Archdeacon...

If the world considers me to be a thief...

it is of small comfort

to know that a fine legal quibble

says that I am not.

Excuse me.

Well...

my father-in-law can be a very difficult person.

He has persistent bouts of Christianity.

Did you want me?

I was only come to ask after Your Reverence.

I'm well enough, thank you.

Mr Finney was here this afternoon.

There was some talk there'd been news from London

about the hospital.

Mr Finney was looking very unhappy.

There was news from London. That much is true.

Is it good news?

I suppose it's bad news for Mr Finney

and for those of your fellows who expected L100 a year.

So, it must be good news for you, sir.

The archdeacon seems to think so.

Perhaps the bishop thinks so.

I do not consider it good news.

Then nor do I, Mr Harding.

God's will be done.

God's will be done, Mr Harding.

It's too late to be working.

There is work to be done.

You cannot hope to reform the whole universe all on your own.

I have to try.

You could leave some of it to other people, especially Barchester.

Why Barchester?

I have spoken to Eleanor.

In the future, you will have to speak to Eleanor for both of us.

- John? - Yes.

Is it so important?

The campaign, do you mean? Yes, of course it is.

A man must have the courage of his convictions,

to carry them through to their proper conclusions.

Whatever the personal cost.

And you are totally convinced of the justice of your campaign?

Have you truly considered its impact from every point of view,

including that of Mr Harding?

That is precisely what I am doing at this moment.

But John, you're...

Please.

I need silence.

Eleanor?

Father?

Do you ever read the Jupiter?

No, never.

Tell me the truth.

Perhaps sometimes.

The devil sometimes has some very good tunes.

I don't understand.

Nor do I, my dear, but I am trying very hard.

I know...

that ultimately we are not supposed to understand.

But I also know that we must try.

- Father... - Shh.

Hush, my dear...

just for a moment.

I cannot...

I will not, give up my work.

I understand that.

But I fear on this occasion...

the hospital...

Mr Harding...

I think I am wrong.

What man can find salvation...

in legal quibble?

Your friend Dr Bold...

He is no longer my friend.

Whether or not he is your friend,

I think...

think what he says...

about the hospital

and about its warden...

I think...

he is right.

O, be joyful in the Lord

All ye lands

Serve the Lord with gladness

And come before His presence with a song

Be sure that the Lord, He is God

It is He that hath made us

And not we ourselves

We are His people

And the sheep of His pasture

O, go your way into His gates with thanksgiving

And into His courts with praise

Be thankful unto Him

And speak good of His name

For the Lord is gracious

His mercy is everlasting

And His truth endureth

From generation

To generation