ConclusionOurtaleisnowdone，anditonlyremainstoustocollectthescatteredthreadsofourlittlestory，andtotiethemintoaseemlyknot。Thiswillnotbeaworkoflabour，eithertotheauthorortohisreaders；wehavenottodealwithmanypersonages，orwithstirringevents，andwereitnotforthecustomofthething，wemightleaveittotheimaginationofallconcernedtoconceivehowaffairsatBarchesterarrangedthemselves。
Onthemorningafterthedaylastalludedto，MrHarding，atanearlyhour，walkedoutofthehospital，withhisdaughterunderhisarm，andsatdownquietlytobreakfastathislodgingsoverthechemist’sshop。Therewasnoparadeabouthisdeparture；noone，notevenBunce，wastheretowitnessit；
hadhewalkedtotheapothecary’sthusearlytogetapieceofcourtplaster，oraboxoflozenges，hecouldnothavedoneitwithlessappearanceofanimportantmovement。TherewasatearinEleanor’seyeasshepassedthroughthebiggatewayandoverthebridge；butMrHardingwalkedwithanelasticstep，andenteredhisnewabodewithapleasantface。
’Now，mydear，’saidhe，’youhaveeverythingready，andyoucanmaketeaherejustasnicelyasintheparlouratthehospital。’SoEleanortookoffherbonnetandmadethetea。
AfterthismannerdidthelateWardenofBarchesterHospitalaccomplishhisflitting，andchangehisresidence。