These results are probably attained through a grand composure of the spirits.  The mere mechanism of his throat is a little tender, for he wears, both with his singing-robe and with his ordinary dress, a large black scarf of strong close-woven silk, slung loosely round his neck.  But his composure is so noticeable, that Mr. Crisparkle speaks of it as they come out from Vespers.

’I must thank you, Jasper, for the pleasure with which I have heard you to-day.  Beautiful!  Delightful!  You could not have so outdone yourself, I hope, without being wonderfully well.’

‘I am wonderfully well.’

‘Nothing unequal,’ says the Minor Canon, with a smooth motion of his hand:  ’nothing unsteady, nothing forced, nothing avoided; all thoroughly done in a masterly manner, with perfect self-command.’

‘Thank you.  I hope so, if it is not too much to say.’

’One would think, Jasper, you had been trying a new medicine for that occasional indisposition of yours.’

‘No, really?  That’s well observed; for I have.’

‘Then stick to it, my good fellow,’ says Mr. Crisparkle, clapping him on the shoulder with friendly encouragement, ‘stick to it.’

‘I will.’

‘I congratulate you,’ Mr. Crisparkle pursues, as they come out of the Cathedral, ‘on all accounts.’

’Thank you again.  I will walk round to the Corner with you, if you don’t object; I have plenty of time before my company come; and I want to say a word to you, which I think you will not be displeased to hear.’

‘What is it?’

‘Well.  We were speaking, the other evening, of my black humours.’

Mr. Crisparkle’s face falls, and he shakes his head deploringly.

’I said, you know, that I should make you an antidote to those black humours; and you said you hoped I would consign them to the flames.’

‘And I still hope so, Jasper.’

’With the best reason in the world!  I mean to burn this year’s Diary at the year’s end.’

‘Because you—?’ Mr. Crisparkle brightens greatly as he thus begins.

’You anticipate me.  Because I feel that I have been out of sorts, gloomy, bilious, brain-oppressed, whatever it may be.  You said I had been exaggerative.  So I have.’

Mr. Crisparkle’s brightened face brightens still more.

’I couldn’t see it then, because I was out of sorts; but I am in a healthier state now, and I acknowledge it with genuine pleasure.  I made a great deal of a very little; that’s the fact.’

‘It does me good,’ cries Mr. Crisparkle, ‘to hear you say it!’

‘A man leading a monotonous life,’ Jasper proceeds, ’and getting his nerves, or his stomach, out of order, dwells upon an idea until it loses its proportions.  That was my case with the idea in question.  So I shall burn the evidence of my case, when the book is full, and begin the next volume with a clearer vision.’