ther's tender comprehension--Mrs. Campion
and Lettice fell hopelessly apart. Lettice's absorption in her studies
did not seem right in Mrs. Campion's eyes: she longed with all her soul
to set her daughter down to crewel-work and fancy knitting, and her one
comfort in view of Sydney's approaching separation from his home was her
hope that, when he was gone, Lettice would give up Latin and Greek and
become like other girls. She was ignorantly proud of Sydney's successes:
she was quite as ignorantly ashamed of Lettice's achievements in the
same lines of study.

"I can never forget," she said to Lettice that evening, when the
rector and his son were discussing Cambridge and examination papers
in the study, while the mother and her daughter occupied the
drawing-room--Lettice, indeed, wild to join her father and brother in
the study and glean every possible fragment of information concerning
the place which she had been taught to reverence, but far too dutiful to
her mother to leave her alone when Mrs. Campion seemed inclined to
talk--"I can never forget that Sydney learned his alphabet at my knee. I
taught him to spell, at any rate; and if your father had not insisted on
taking the teaching out of my hands when he was seven years old, I am
convinced that I should have done great things with him."

"Surely he has done great things already, mamma!" Lettice said with
enthusiasm.

"Oh, yes!" said Mrs. Campion with a sigh. "But I don't think your father
has given quite the bias to his mind that I should have liked best. I
have always hoped that he would spend his strength in the service of the
Church; but----You have not heard him say much about his future career,
have you, Lettice?"

"I don't think he has considered it particularly," Lettice answered.
"But he never speaks of taking Orders; he talked of the Bar the other
day. There's no reason why he should make up his mind so soon, is there,
mamma?"

"No, dear, no. But I am quite sure that if he went into the Church he
would be a Bishop," said Mrs. Campion, with conviction. "And I should
like him to be a Bishop."

"Well, perhaps he will be Lord Chancellor instead," said Lettice,
merrily.

"There can be no doubt, my dear," said her mother, "that a Bishop of the
Anglican Church is able to carry himself with more dignity and
distinction in everyday life than a Lord Chancellor, who is only
dignified when he is on the Bench. I think that Sydney would make an
excellent Bisho