"Did he? But he's very queer, isn't he?"
"Very odd-mannered indeed."
"And does and says all manner of odd things?"
"I think you'd find the bishop would say so after that interview."
"Well; if it would do any good, you might have the bishop examined."
"Examined for what, Mr. Walker?"
"If you could show, you know, that Crawley has got a bee in his bonnet; that the mens sana is not there, in short;—I think you might manage to have the trial postponed."
"But then somebody must take charge of his living."
"You parsons could manage that among you;—you and the dean and the archdeacon. The archdeacon has always got half-a-dozen curates about somewhere. And then,—after the assizes, Mr. Crawley might come to his senses; and I think,—mind it's only an idea,—but I think the committal might be quashed. It would have been temporary insanity, and, though mind I don't give my word for it, I think he might go on and keep his living. I think so, Mr. Robarts."
"That has never occurred to me."