It was impossible to shake him.  Arabin remained there for more than an hour, trying to pass on to another subject, but being constantly brought back by Mr Crawley himself to the fact of his own dependent position.  Nor would he condescend to supplicate the bishop.  It was, he surmised, the duty of Dr Tempest, together with the other four clergymen, to report to the bishop on the question of the alleged theft; and then doubtless the bishop, when he had duly considered the report, and—­as Mr Crawley seemed to think was essentially necessary—­had sufficiently recovered from the grief of his wife’s death, would, at his leisure, communicate his decision to Mr Crawley.  Nothing could be more complete than Mr Crawley’s humility with respect to the bishop; and he never seemed to be tired of declaring that he had submitted himself!

And then the dean, finding it to be vain to expect to be left alone with Mr Crawley for a moment—­in vain also to wait for a proper opening for that which he had to say—­rushed violently at his other subject.  ’And now, Mrs Crawley,’ he said.  ’Mrs Arabin wishes you all to come over to the deanery for a while and stay with us.’

‘Mrs Arabin is too kind,’ said Mrs Crawley, looking across at her husband.

‘We should like of all things,’ said the dean, with perhaps more of good nature than of truth.  ’Of course you must have been knocked about a good deal.’

‘Indeed we have,’ said Mrs Crawley.

’And till you are somewhat settled again, I think that the change of scene would be good for all of you.  Come, Crawley, I’ll talk to you every evening about Jerusalem for as long as you please; and then there will perhaps come back to us something of the pleasantness of old days.’  As she heard this Mrs Crawley’s eyes became full of tears, and she could not altogether hide them.  What she had endured during the last four months had almost broken her spirit.  The burden had at last been too heavy for her strength.  ’You cannot fancy, Crawley, how often I have thought of the old days and wished that they might return.  I have found it very hard to get an opportunity of saying so much to you; but I will say it now.’

‘It may hardly be as you say,’ said Crawley, grimly.

‘You mean that the old days can never be brought back?’

’Assuredly they cannot.  But it was not that I meant.  It may not be that I and mine should transfer ourselves to your roof and sojourn there.’

‘Why should you not?’

’The reasons are many, and on the face of things.  The reason, perhaps, the most on the face of it is to be found in my wife’s gown, and in my coat.’  This Mr Crawley said very gravely, looking neither to the right nor to the left nor at the face of any of them, nor at his own garment, nor hers, but straight before him; and when he had so spoken he said not a word further—­not going on to dilate on his poverty as the dean expected that he would do.