"Yes," said Alban Morley, whose voice, though low and sub- dued in tone, was extremely distinct, with a perfect enunciation, "Yes, it is quite true, my nephew has taken orders—his defect in speech, if not quite removed, has ceased to be any obstacle, even to eloquence; an occasional stammer may be effective—it increases interest, and when the right word comes, there is the charm of surprise in it. I do not doubt that George will be a very distinguished clergyman."
Mr. Carr Vipont. "We want one—the House wants a very distinguished clergyman; we have none at this moment—not a bishop—not even a dean; all mere parish parsons, and among them not one we could push. Very odd, with more than forty livings too. But the ViponLs seldom take to the Church kindly —George must be pushed. The more I think of it, the more we want a bishop: a bishop would be useful in the present crisis. (Looking round the rooms proudly, and softening his voice.) A numerous gathering, Morley! This demonstration will strike terror in Downing Street—eh! The old House stands firm— never was a family so united; all here, I think—that is, all worth naming—all, except Sir James, whom Montfort chooses to dis- like, and George—and George comes to-morrow."
Colonel Morley. "You forget the most eminent of all our connections—the one who could indeed strike terror into Down- ing Street, were his voice to be heard again!"
Carr Vipont. "Whom do you mean? Ah, I know!—Guy Darrell. His wife was a Vipont—and he is not here. But he has long since ceased to communicate with any of us—the only connection that ever fell away from the house of Vipont—espe- cially in a CRISIS like the present. Singular man! For all the use he is to us he might as well be dead! But he has a fine fort- une—what will he do with it?"
The Duchess. "My dear Lady Montfort, you have hurt your- self with that paper-cutter."
Lady Montfort. "No, indeed. Hush! we are disturbing Mr. Carr Vipont."
The Duchess, in awe of Carr Vipont, sinks her voice, and gabbles on—whisperously.
Carr Vipont (resuming the subject). "A very fine fortune —what will he do with it?"
Colonel Morley. "I don't know, but I had a letter from him some months ago."
Carr Vipont. "You had—and never told me!"
Colonel Morley. "Of no importance to you, my dear Carr. His letter merely introduced to me a charming young fellow-^
