"His lordship will find it difficult," said Mr. Chadwick.
"I can issue a commission, you know, to the rural dean," said the bishop mildly.
"Yes, you can do that. And Dr. Tempest in two months' time will have named his assessors"
"Dr. Tempest must not name them; the bishop must name them," said Mrs. Proudie.
"It is customary to leave that to the rural dean," said Mr. Chadwick. "The bishop no doubt can object to any one named."
"And can specially select any clergyman he pleases from the archdeaconry," said the bishop, "I have known it done."
"The rural dean in such case has probably been an old man, and not active," said the lawyer.
"And Dr. Tempest is a very old man," said Mrs. Proudie, "and in such a matter not at all trustworthy. He was one of the magistrates who took bail."
"His lordship could hardly set him aside," said the lawyer. "At any rate I would not recommend him to try. I think you might suggest a commission of five, and propose two of the number yourself. I do not think that in such a case Dr. Tempest would raise any question."
At last it was settled in this way. Mr. Chadwick was to prepare a letter to Dr. Tempest, for the bishop's signature, in which the doctor should be requested, as the rural dean to whom Mr. Crawley was subject, to hold a commission of five to inquire into Mr. Crawley's conduct. The letter was to explain to Dr. Tempest that the bishop, moved by his solicitude for the souls of the people of Hogglestock, had endeavoured, "in a friendly way," to induce Mr. Crawley to desist from his ministrations; but that having failed through Mr. Crawley's obstinacy, he had no alternative but to proceed in this way. "You had better say that his lordship, as bishop of the diocese, can take no heed of the coming trial," said Mrs. Proudie. "I think his lordship had better say nothing at all about the trial," said Mr. Chadwick. "I think that will be best," said the bishop.
"But if they report against him," said Mr. Chadwick, "you can only then proceed in the ecclesiastical court,—at your own expense."
"He'll hardly be so obstinate as that," said the bishop.
"I'm afraid you don't know him, my lord," said the lawyer. The bishop, thinking of the scene which had taken place in that very room only yesterday, felt that he did know Mr. Crawley, and felt also that the hope which he had just expressed was one in which he himself put no trust. But something might turn up; and it was devoutly to be
