[Yeast: A Problem by Charles Kingsley]@TWC D-Link bookYeast: A Problem CHAPTER XII: THUNDERSTORM THE SECOND 6/18
Whether it is that their book education leaves them very often ignorant of the plain rules of honour which bind men of the world, or whether their zeal makes them think that the end justifies the means, I cannot tell; but--' 'But,' said the vicar, half smiling, half severely, 'you must not disparage the priesthood before a priest.' 'I know it, I know it; and I beg your pardon: but if you knew the cause I have to complain.
The slipperiness, sir, of one staggering parson, has set rolling this very avalanche, which gathers size every moment, and threatens to overwhelm me now, unless that idle dog Lancelot will condescend to bestir himself, and help me.' The vicar heard, but said nothing. 'Me, at least, you can trust,' he answered proudly; and honestly, too--for he was a gentleman by birth and breeding, unselfish and chivalrous to a fault--and yet, when he heard the banker's words, it was as if the inner voice had whispered to him, 'Thou art the man!' 'When do you go down ?' again asked Mr.Smith.
'To tell you the truth, I was writing to Lancelot when you were announced! but the post will not reach him till to-morrow at noon, and we are all so busy here, that I have no one whom I can trust to carry down an express.' The vicar saw what was coming.
Was it his good angel which prompted him to interpose? 'Why not send a parcel by rail ?' 'I can trust the rail as far as D--; but I cannot trust those coaches.
If you could do me so great a kindness--' 'I will.
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