But it was not the bishop’s speech which had filled Brooks with dismay, which had made his heart grow suddenly cold within him.  For this he had been prepared—­but not for the adversary who was now upon his feet prepared to address the House.  At least, he said to himself, bitterly, he might have been spared this.  It was Lord Arranmore, who, amidst some murmurs of surprise, had risen to address the House—­pale, composed, supercilious as ever.  And Brooks felt that what he could listen to unmoved from the Bishop of Beeston would be hard indeed to bear from this man.

The intervention of Lord Arranmore so early in the debate was wholly unexpected.  Every one was interested, and those who knew him best prepared themselves for a little mild sensation.  The bishop smiled to himself with the satisfaction of a man who has secured a welcome but unexpected ally.  Lord Arranmore’s views as to charity and its dispensation were fairly well known.

So every one listened—­at first with curiosity, afterwards with something like amazement.  The bishop abandoned his expression of gentle tolerance for one of manifest uneasiness.  It seemed scarcely credible that he heard aright.  For the Marquis of Arranmore’s forefinger was stretched out towards him—­a gesture at once relentless and scornful, and the words to which he was forced to listen were not pleasant ones to hear.

“It is such sentiments as these,” the Marquis of Arranmore was saying—­and his words came like drops of ice, slow and distinct—­“such sentiments as these voiced by such men as the Lord Bishop of Beeston in such high places as this where we are now assembled, which have created and nourished our criminal classes, which have filled our prisons and our workhouses, and in time future if his lordship’s theology is correct will people Hell.  And as for the logic of it, was ever the intelligence of so learned and august a body of listeners so insulted before?  Is charity, then, for the deserving and the deserving only?  Are we to put a premium upon hypocrisy, to pass by on the other side from those who have fallen, and who by themselves have no power to rise?  This is precisely his lordship’s proposition.  The one great charitable institution of our times, founded upon a logical basis, carried out with a devotion and a self-sacrifice beyond all praise, he finds pernicious and pauperizing, because, forsooth, the drunkard and criminals are welcome to avail themselves of it, because it seeks to help those who save for such help must remain brutes themselves and a brutalizing influence to others.”

There was a moment’s deep silence.  To those who were watching the speaker closely, and amongst them Brooks, was evident some sign of internal agitation.  Yet when he spoke again his manner was, if possible, more self-restrained than ever.  He continued in a low clear tone, without any further gesture and emotion.