"Now, sir," said Dick's father, as soon as they were alone, "what have you to say to me?"
The 'Bishop' told the story from beginning to end, not quite truthfully.
"You dare to tell me that you hatched this damnable plot?"
The 'Bishop' lied: "Yes--I did."
"And with the money obtained under false pretences you bought a saloon, you, a deacon of the Church of England?"
The 'Bishop' lied: "Yes--I did."
"The devil takes care of his own," said the parson, looking round, and marking the comfort of the room.
"Not always," said the 'Bishop,' thinking of Dick.
"Well, sir," continued the parson, "I'm told that money can work miracles in this country. And, by God! if my money can sent you to gaol, you shall go there, as sure as my name is George Carteret."
"All right," said the 'Bishop.' "I--er--I don't blame you. I think you're behaving with great moderation."