"Something must of course be done to put a stop to the crying disgrace of having such a man preaching from a pulpit in this diocese. When I think of the souls of the people in that poor village, my hair literally stands on end. And then he is disobedient!"
"That is the worst of it," said the bishop. "It would have been so much better for himself if he would have allowed me to provide quietly for the services till the trial be over."
"I could have told you, my lord, that he would not do that, from what I knew of him," said Mr. Chadwick.
"But he must do it," said Mrs. Proudie. "He must be made to do it."
"His lordship will find it difficult," said Mr. Chadwick.
"I can issue a commission, you know, to the rural dean," said the bishop mildly.
"Yes, you can do that. And Dr. Tempest in two months' time will have named his assessors—"
"Dr. Tempest must not name them; the bishop must name them," said Mrs. Proudie.
"It is customary to leave that to the rural dean," said Mr. Chadwick. "The bishop no doubt can object to any one named."
"And can specially select any clergyman he pleases from the archdeaconry," said the bishop. "I have known it done."