Dr Tempest had been looking at him during this speech, and could see by his shoes and trousers that he had walked from Hogglestock to Silverbridge.  ‘Mr Crawley, will you not sit down?’ said he, and then he rang his bell.  Mr Crawley sat down, not on the chair indicated, but on the further removed and at the other side of the table.  When the servant came—­the objectionable butler in black clothes that were so much smarter than Mr Crawley’s own—­his master’s orders were communicated without any audible word, and the man returned with a decanter and wine-glasses.

‘After your walk, Mr Crawley,’ said Dr Tempest, getting up from his seat to pour out wine.

‘None, I thank you.’

‘Pray let me persuade you.  I know the length of the miles so well.’

‘I will take none if you please, sir,’ said Mr Crawley.

‘Now, Mr Crawley,’ said Dr Tempest, ’do let me speak to you as a friend.  You have walked eight miles, and are going to talk to me on a subject which is of vital importance to yourself.  I won’t discuss it unless you’ll take a glass of wine and a biscuit.’

‘Dr Tempest!’

’I’m quite in earnest.  I won’t.  If you do as I ask, you shall talk to me till dinner-time, if you like.  There.  Now you may begin.’

Mr Crawley did eat the biscuit and did drink the wine, and as he did so, he acknowledged to himself that Dr Tempest was right.  He felt that the wine had made him stronger to speak.  ’I hardly know why you have preferred today to next Monday,’ said Dr Tempest; ’but if anything can be done by your presence here today, your time shall not be thrown away.’

‘I have preferred today to Monday,’ said Crawley, ’partly because I would sooner talk to one man than to five.’

‘There is something in that, certainly,’ said Dr Tempest.

’And as I have made up my mind as to the course of action which it is my duty to take in the matter to which your letter of the ninth of this month refers, there can be no reason why I should postpone the declaration of my purpose.  Dr Tempest, I have determined to resign my preferment at Hogglestock, and shall today write to the Dean of Barchester, who is the patron, acquainting him of my purpose.’

‘You mean in the event—­in the event—­’

’I mean, sir, to do this without reference to any event that is future.  The bishop, Dr Tempest, when I shall have been proved to be a thief, shall have no trouble either in causing my suspension or my deprivation.  The name and fame of a parish clergyman should be unstained.  Mine have become foul with infamy.  I will not wait to be deprived by any court, by any bishop, or by any commission.  I will bow my head to that public opinion which has reached me, and I will deprive myself.’

He had got up from his chair, and was standing as he pronounced the final sentence against himself.  Dr Tempest still remained seated in his chair, looking at him, and for a few moments there was silence.  ’You must not do that, Mr Crawley,’ said Dr Tempest, at last.