He has no discretion.

Indeed, he's but a clod, too stupid even to be aware of his own stupidity." "Then what is to be done ?" inquired Sir Richard, frowning.
"We'd best get home to France again." "And leave matters thus ?" He considered a moment, and shook his head, smiling bitterly.

"Could that content you, Justin?
Could you go as you have come--taking no more than you brought; leaving that man as you found him?
Could you ?" Mr.Caryll looked at the baronet, and wondered for a moment whether he should persevere in the rule of his life and deal quite frankly with him, telling him precisely what he felt.

Then he realized that he would not be understood.

He could not combat the fanaticism that was Sir Richard's in this matter.