to the pulpit as though he knew well where that
brick was ever to be found when duty required its presence. "My lord,
I would propose that nothing should be done; and then let us see who
will attempt to close this chapel door against the lambs of the Lord
who come here for pasture in their need."

"The lambs shall have pasture and shall have their pastor," said St.
George, laughing. "We'll move this chapel to ground that is our own,
and make everything as right as a trivet for you. You don't want to
intrude, I'm sure."

Mr. Puddleham's eloquence was by no means exhausted; but at last,
when they had left the chapel, and the ground immediately around the
chapel which Mr. Puddleham would insist upon regarding as his own,
they did manage to shake him off.

"And now, Mr. Fenwick," said Lord St. George, in his determined
purpose to throw oil upon the waters, "what is this unfortunate
quarrel between you and my father?"

"You had better ask him that, my lord."

"I have asked him, of course,--and of course he has no answer to
make. No doubt you intended to enrage him when you wrote him that
letter which he showed me."

"Certainly I did."

"I hardly see how good is to be done by angering an old man who
stands high in the world's esteem."

"Had he not stood high, my lord, I should probably have passed him
by."

"I can understand all that,--that one man should be a mark for
another's scorn because he is a Marquis, and wealthy. But what I
can't understand is, that such a one as you should think that good
can come from it."

"Do you know what your father has said of me?"

"I've no doubt you both say very hard things of each other."

"I never said an evil thing of him behind his back that I have
not said as strongly to his face," said Mr. Fenwick, with much of
indignation in his tone.

"Do you really think that that mitigates the injury done to my
father?" said Lord St. George.

"Do you know that he has complained of me to the bishop?"

"Yes,--and the bishop took your part."

"No thanks to your father, Lord St. George. Do you know that he has
accused me publicly of the grossest vices; that he has,--that he
has,--that he has--. There is nothing so bad that he hasn't said it
of me."

"Upon my word, I think you are even with him, Mr. Fenwick, I do
indeed."

"What I have said, I have said to his face. I have made no accusation
against him. Come, my lord, I am willing enough to let bygones be
bygones. If Lord Tr