when you marry your wife for the second time, all things can go on
as before. "What the eye does not see, the heart does not grieve at,"
you know.'

'But my eye sees, and my heart grieves,' groaned the bishop.

'Pish! don't make an inquisition of your conscience, Pendle. You have
done no wrong; like greatness, evil has been thrust upon you.'

'I am certainly an innocent sinner, Graham.'

'Of course you are; but now that we have found the remedy, that is all
over and done with. Wait till Jentham's murderer is found, then turn
Cargrim out of doors, marry Mrs Krant in some out-of-the-way parish, and
make a fresh will in favour of your children. There you are, bishop!
Don't worry any more about the matter.'

'You don't think that I should tell Brace that--?'

'I certainly don't think that you should disgrace your daughter in the
eyes of her future husband,' retorted the doctor, hotly; 'marry your
wife and hold your tongue. Even the Recording Angel can take no note of
so obviously just a course.'

'I think you are right, Graham,' said the bishop, shaking his friend's
hand with an expression of relief. 'In justice to my children, I must be
silent. I shall act as you suggest.'

'Then that being so, you are a man again,' said Graham, jocularly, 'and
now you can send for George to pay you a visit.'

'Do you think there is any necessity, Graham? The sight of him--'

'Will do you good, Pendle. Don't martyrise yourself and look on your
children as so many visible evidences of sin. Bosh! I tell you, bosh!'
cried the doctor, vigorously if ungallantly. 'Send for George, send for
Mrs Pendle and Lucy, and throw all these morbid ideas to the wind. If
you do not,' added Graham, raising a threatening finger, 'I shall write
out a certificate for the transfer of the cleverest bishop in England to
a lunatic asylum.'

'Well, well, I won't risk that,' said the bishop, smiling. 'George shall
come back at once.'

'And all will be gas and gaiters, to quote the immortal Boz. Good-day,
bishop! I have prescribed your medicine; see that you take it.'

'You are a tonic in yourself, Graham.'

'All men of sense are, Pendle. They are the salt of the earth, the
oxygen in the moral atmosphere. If it wasn't for my common sense,
bishop,' said the doctor, with a twinkle, 'I believe I should be weak
enough to come and hear you preach.'

Dr Pendle laughed. 'I am afraid the age of miracles is past, my friend.
As a bishop, I should reprove you,