But not the less on this occasion was he true to his order, true to his side in the diocese, true to his hatred of the palace.
"I don't believe it for a moment," he said, as he took his place on the rug before the fire in the drawing-room when the gentlemen came in from their wine.

The ladies understood at once what it was that he couldn't believe.

Mr.Crawley had for the moment so usurped the county that nobody thought of talking of anything else.
"How is it, then," said Mrs.Thorne, "that Lord Lufton, and my husband, and the other wiseacres at Silverbridge, have committed him for trial ?" "Because we were told to do so by the lawyer," said Dr.Thorne.
"Ladies will never understand that magistrates must act in accordance with the law," said Lord Lufton.
"But you all say he's not guilty," said Mrs.Robarts.
"The fact is, that the magistrates cannot try the question," said the archdeacon; "they only hear the primary evidence.

In this case I don't believe Crawley would ever have been committed if he had employed an attorney, instead of speaking for himself." "Why didn't somebody make him have an attorney ?" said Lady Lufton.
"I don't think any attorney in the world could have spoken for him better than he spoke for himself," said Dr.Thorne.
"And yet you committed him," said his wife.

"What can we do for him?
Can't we pay the bail, and send him off to America ?" "A jury will never find him guilty," said Lord Lufton.
"And what is the truth of it ?" asked the younger Lady Lufton.
Then the whole matter was discussed again, and it was settled among them all that Mr.Crawley had undoubtedly appropriated the cheque through temporary obliquity of judgment,--obliquity of judgment and forgetfulness as to the source from whence the cheque had come to him.