’THEREVJOSHUACRAWLEY，M。A。，PerpetualCurateofHogglestock’
Hewasthenusheredintoawaiting—room，but，tohisdisappointment，wasnotkepttherewaitinglong。Withinthreeminuteshewasusheredintothebishop’sstudy，andintothepresenceofthetwogreatluminariesofthediocese。HewasatfirstsomewhatdisconcertedbyfindingMrsProudieintheroom。Intheimaginaryconversationwiththebishopwhichhehadbeenpreparingontheroad，hehadconceivedthatthebishopwouldbeattendedbyachaplain，andhehadsuitedhiswordstothejointdiscomfitureofthebishopandofthelowerclergyman；——butnowthelineofhisbattlemustbealtered。Thiswasnodoubtaninjury，buthetrustedtohiscourageandreadinesstoenablehimtosurmountit。Hehadlefthishatbehindhiminthewaitingroom，buthekepthisoldshortcloakstilluponhisshoulders；andwhenheenteredthebishop’sroomhishandsandarmswerehidbeneathit。Therewassomethinglowlyinthisconstrainedgait。Itshowedatleastthathehadnoideaofbeingaskedtoshakehandswiththeaugustpersonshemightmeet。Andhisheadwassomewhatbowed，thoughhisgreat，bald，broadforeheadshoweditselfsoprominent，thatneitherthebishopnorMrsProudiecoulddropitfromtheirsightduringthewholeinterview。Hewasamanwhowhenseencouldhardlybeforgotten。Thedeepangryremonstranteyes，theshaggyeyebrows，tellingtalesoffrequentanger——ofangerfrequentbutgenerallysilent——therepressedindignationofthehabitualfrown，thelongnoseandlargepowerfulmouth，thedeepfurrowsonthecheek，andthegenerallookofthoughtandsuffering，allcombinedtomaketheappearanceofthemanremarkable，andtodescribetothebeholdersatoncehistruecharacter。NooneeveronseeingMrCrawleytookhimtobeahappyman，oraweakman，oranignorantman，orawiseman。
’Youareverypunctual，MrCrawley，’saidthebishop。MrCrawleysimplybowedhishead，stillkeepinghishandsbeneathhiscloak。’Willyounottakeachairnearertothefire？’MrCrawleyhadnotseatedhimself，buthadplacedhimselfinfrontofachairattheextremeendoftheroom——resolvedthathewouldnotuseitunlessheweredulyasked。
’Thankyou，mylord，’hesaid。’Iamwarmwithwalking，andifyouplease，willavoidthefire。’
’Youhavenotwalked，MrCrawley？’