I wonder if you've come across him."
"That must be Mr. Meldon. He has a parish somewhere in England, I
believe. He's over here on his holiday. I travelled in the carriage
with him from Dublin. He is staying with a Major Kent."
"He's apparently quite mad," said the judge, "and ought to be shut up.
He's dangerous to society."
"He's certainly eccentric. We had a long talk in the train, and he
told me a lot about his baby, which had been keeping him awake at
night. I was out yachting one day with him and Major Kent."
"Don't go again," said the judge. "Your life wouldn't be safe. Is
Major Kent mad too?"
"Not at all. He struck me as a very pleasant man, most considerate and
kind."
"He must be very unusually kind if he tolerates Meldon. Of all the
objectionable lunatics I ever met, that parson is out and away the
worst."
"I shouldn't have said he was actually mad. In some ways I think he's
rather clever. He preached quite a remarkable sermon last Sunday, the
sort of sermon you can't help listening to."
"I can easily believe that," said the judge. "He preached me a sermon
yesterday which I'm not at all likely to forget.
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