‘But I shall do it.’

’Then the dean must not take your resignation.  Speaking to you frankly, I tell you that there is no prevailing opinion as to the verdict which the jury may give.’

‘My decision has nothing to do with the jury’s verdict.  My decision—­’

’Stop a moment, Mr Crawley.  It is possible that you might say that which should not be said.’

’There is nothing to be said—­nothing which I could say, which I would not say at the Town Cross if it were possible.  As to this money, I do not know whether I stole it or whether I did not.’

‘That is just what I have thought.’

‘It is so.’

‘Then you did not steal it.  There can be no doubt about that.’

’Thank you, Dr Tempest.  I thank you heartily for saying so much.  But, sir, you are not the jury.  Nor, if you were, could you whitewash me from the infamy which has been cast upon me.  Against the opinion expressed at the beginning of these proceedings by the bishop of this diocese—­or rather against that expressed by his wife—­I did venture to make a stand.  Neither the opinion which came from the palace, nor the vehicle by which it was expressed, commanded my respect.  Since that, others have spoken to whom I feel myself bound to yield—­yourself not the least among them, Dr Tempest—­and to them I shall yield.  You may tell the Bishop of Barchester, that I shall at once resign the perpetual curacy of Hogglestock into the hands of the Dean of Barchester, by whom I was appointed.’

’No, Mr Crawley; I shall not do that.  I cannot control you, but thinking you to be wrong, I shall not make that communication to the bishop.’

‘Then I shall do it myself.’

‘And your wife, Mr Crawley, and your children?’

At that moment Mr Crawley called to mind the advice of his friend Giles Hoggett.  ‘It’d dogged as does it.’  He certainly wanted something very strong to sustain him in this difficulty.  He found that this reference to his wife and children required him to be dogged in a very marked manner.  ‘I can only trust that the wind may be tempered to them,’ he said.  ‘They will, indeed, be shorn lambs.’

Dr Tempest got up from his chair, and took a couple of turns about the room before he spoke again.  ‘Man,’ he said, addressing Mr Crawley with all his energy, ’if you do this thing, you will then at least be very wicked.  If the jury find a verdict in your favour you are safe, and the chances are that the verdict will be in your favour.’

‘I care nothing now for the verdict,’ said Mr Crawley.

‘And you will turn your wife into the poorhouse for an idea!’