Any man may forget himself so far as to lose his temper upon occasions; but no man need hope to get on in the world who so far forgets himself as to allow other people to perceive that he has lost his temper.
What was he to do?
What was left for him to do but to leave the house with as little delay as possible?
He went down the stairs, and a footman opened the hall door for him.
He felt a good deal better in the open air.

Even the large drawing room which he had left was beginning to feel stuffy.

(He was a singularly sensitive man.) On reaching the rectory he found two letters waiting for him.

One from the bishop requesting an early interview with him.

The other was almost identical but it was signed "Stephen Linton.".