‘The archdeacon has meant only well by you.’

’I will presume so.  I will believe so.  I do think so.  Tell the archdeacon from me that I humbly thank him;—­that in a matter of church question, I might probably submit my judgment to his; even though he might have no authority over me, knowing as I do that in such matters his experience has been great.  Tell him also, that though I would fain that this unfortunate affair might burden the tongue of none of my neighbours—­at least till I shall have stood before the judge to receive the verdict of the jury, and, if needful, his lordship’s sentence—­still I am convinced that in what he has spoken, as also in what he has done, he has not yielded to the idleness of gossip, but has exercised his judgment with intended kindness.’

’He has certainly intended to do you a service; and as for its not being talked about, that is out of the question.’

’And for yourself, Mr Robarts, whom I have ever regarded as a friend since circumstances brought me into your neighbourhood—­for you, whose sister I love tenderly in memory of past kindness, though now she is removed so far above my sphere, as to make it unfit I should call her my friend—­’

‘She does not think so at all.’

’For yourself, as I was saying, pray believe me that though from the roughness of my manner, being now unused to social intercourse, I seem to be ungracious and forbidding, I am grateful and mindful, and that in the tablets of my heart I have written you down as one in whom I could trust—­were it given to me to trust in men and women.’  Then he turned round with his face to the wall and his back to his visitor, and so remained till Mr Robarts had left him.  ’At any rate, I wish you well through your trouble,’ said Robarts; and as he spoke he found that his own words were nearly choked by a sob that was rising in this throat.

He went away without another word, and got out to his gig without seeing Mrs Crawley.  During one period of the interview he had been very angry with the man—­so angry as to make him almost declare to himself that he would take no more trouble on his behalf.  Then he had been brought to acknowledge that Mr Walker was right, and that Crawley was certainly mad.  He was so mad, so far removed from the dominion of sound sense, that no jury could say that he was guilty and that he ought to be punished for his guilt.  And, as he so resolved, he could not but ask himself the question, whether the charge of the parish ought to be left in the hands of such a man?  But, at last, just before he went, these feelings and these convictions gave way to pity, and he remembered simply the troubles which seemed to have been heaped on the head of this poor victim to misfortune.  As he drove home he resolved that there was nothing left for him to do, but to write to the dean.  It was known by all who knew them both, that the dean and Mr Crawley had lived together on the closest intimacy