"Certainly—to you."
"Undertakings apart, do you entertain my suggestion, or do you not?"
Carlton felt his patience slipping.
"Do you mean to say that you don't even yet recognise that it's mine too, as rector of the parish? Are you still so ignorant of the legal bearings of the situation? God knows, Sir Wilton, it is not for me to speak of right and wrong; but I do assure you that you're putting yourself wilfully in the wrong in this matter. You hinder me from doing my legal duty, and you refuse to assume any responsibility! Suspended or not, I am bound to keep my chancel, at all events, 'in good and substantial repair, restoring and rebuilding when necessary.'"
Sir Wilton's eyes, fixed as usual, caught fire suddenly.
"Oh, you're bound, are you?"
"Legally bound."
"You're sure that's the law?"
"The very letter of the law, Sir Wilton."