Garbed as the priest of God.
The Bishop seized
His diplomatic vantage. The blunt truth
Of Huxley’s warning offered itself to him
As a rash gambit in their game of—tact.
He seized it; gracefully smoothed the ruffled pride
Of that great audience, trained in a sound school
To judge by common-sense.
His mobile face
Revealed much that his politic words concealed.