with his hands on his knees, and his brows knitted, as if he added, I am going to make short work of you : “Now, Mr. Crisparkle, we entertain different views, you and I, sir, of the sanctity of human life.”
“Do we?” returned the Minor Canon.
“We do, sir.”
“Might I ask you,” said the Minor Canon: “what are your views on that subject?”
“That human life is a thing to be held sacred, sir.”
“Might I ask you,” pursued the Minor Canon as before: “what you suppose to be my views on that subject?”
“By George, sir!” returned the Philanthropist, squaring his arms still more, as he frowned on Mr. Crisparkle: “they are best known to yourself.”
“Readily admitted. But you began by saying that we took different views,