‘Do we?’ returned the Minor Canon.

‘We do, sir?’

‘Might I ask you,’ said the Minor Canon:  ’what are your views on that subject?’

‘That human life is a thing to be held sacred, sir.’

‘Might I ask you,’ pursued the Minor Canon as before:  ’what you suppose to be my views on that subject?’

‘By George, sir!’ returned the Philanthropist, squaring his arms still more, as he frowned on Mr. Crisparkle:  ’they are best known to yourself.’

’Readily admitted.  But you began by saying that we took different views, you know.  Therefore (or you could not say so) you must have set up some views as mine.  Pray, what views have you set up as mine?’

‘Here is a man—­and a young man,’ said Mr. Honeythunder, as if that made the matter infinitely worse, and he could have easily borne the loss of an old one, ’swept off the face of the earth by a deed of violence.  What do you call that?’

‘Murder,’ said the Minor Canon.

’What do you call the doer of that deed, sir?

‘A murderer,’ said the Minor Canon.

‘I am glad to hear you admit so much, sir,’ retorted Mr. Honeythunder, in his most offensive manner; ’and I candidly tell you that I didn’t expect it.’  Here he lowered heavily at Mr. Crisparkle again.

’Be so good as to explain what you mean by those very unjustifiable expressions.’

‘I don’t sit here, sir,’ returned the Philanthropist, raising his voice to a roar, ‘to be browbeaten.’

’As the only other person present, no one can possibly know that better than I do,’ returned the Minor Canon very quietly.  ’But I interrupt your explanation.’

‘Murder!’ proceeded Mr. Honeythunder, in a kind of boisterous reverie, with his platform folding of his arms, and his platform nod of abhorrent reflection after each short sentiment of a word.  ’Bloodshed!  Abel!  Cain!  I hold no terms with Cain.  I repudiate with a shudder the red hand when it is offered me.’

Instead of instantly leaping into his chair and cheering himself hoarse, as the Brotherhood in public meeting assembled would infallibly have done on this cue, Mr. Crisparkle merely reversed the quiet crossing of his legs, and said mildly:  ’Don’t let me interrupt your explanation—­when you begin it.’

‘The Commandments say, no murder.  No murder, sir!’ proceeded Mr. Honeythunder, platformally pausing as if he took Mr. Crisparkle to task for having distinctly asserted that they said:  You may do a little murder, and then leave off.

‘And they also say, you shall bear no false witness,’ observed Mr. Crisparkle.

‘Enough!’ bellowed Mr. Honeythunder, with a solemnity and severity that would have brought the house down at a meeting, ’E-e-nough!  My late wards being now of age, and I being released from a trust which I cannot contemplate without a thrill of horror, there are the accounts which you have undertaken to accept on their behalf, and there is a statement of the balance which you have undertaken to receive, and which you cannot receive too soon.  And let me tell you, sir, I wish that, as a man and a Minor Canon, you were better employed,’ with a nod.  ‘Better employed,’ with another nod.  ’Bet-ter em-ployed!’ with another and the three nods added up.