MARY. There is that; everybody speaks awfully well of him.
MANSON. I don't think I would go so far as that: some people blackguard him abominably.
MARY. No!—Who?
MANSON. His clergy, chiefly.
MARY. His clergy! They must be dreadfully wicked men!
MANSON. No—only blind: perhaps, also, a little deaf. But between the two they manage to make his work very difficult.
MARY. Why? What do they do?
MANSON. It's partly what they do not do.
MARY. Oh, I see—lazy.
MANSON. Not precisely—they work: they are not idle; but they serve other masters.