"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
the 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!"

"It's dogged as does it," said Mr. Crawley to himself. "I have thought
of that," he said aloud. "That my wife is dear to me, and that my
children are dear, I will not deny. She was softly nurtured, Dr
Tempest, and came from a house in which want was never known. Since
she has shared my board she has had some experience of that nature.
That I should have brought her to all this is very terrible to
me,--so terrible, that I often wonder how it is that I live. But,
sir, you will agree with me, that my duty as a clergyman is above
everything. I do not dare, even for their sake,