But I'm sorry that it was so.

For the life of me I can't conceive how the cheque got into Crawley's hands." "I imagine that it had been lying in the house, and that Crawley had come to think that it was his own." "But, my dear Mark," said Lord Lufton, "excuse me if I say that that's nonsense.

What do we do when a poor man has come to think that another man's property is his own?
We send him to prison for making the mistake." "I hope they won't send Crawley to prison." "I hope so too; but what is a jury to do ?" "You think it will go to a jury, then ?" "I do," said Lord Lufton.

"I don't see how the magistrates can save themselves from committing him.

It is one of those cases in which every one concerned would wish to drop it if it were only possible.
But it is not possible.