sister, a dignified person,
who had been hampered throughout life by a predilection for the wrong
name, and by making engagements in illegible handwriting by last year's
almanacs.

"Was it Mr. Scarlett?" said Rachel, feeling Dick's lynx eye upon her. "I
was at Wilderleigh when the accident happened."

"That's the man. He got out at Southminster, and asked me which was the
best hotel. No, I won't have any more, thanks. I'll go up and see Miss
Gresley at once."

Rachel followed the Bishop into the library. They generally waited there
together till the doctor came down.

"I don't know many young men I like better than Dick," said the Bishop.
"I should marry him if I were a young woman. I admire the way he acts up
to his principles. Very few of us do. Until he has a further light on
the subject, he is right to, knock a man down who insults him. And from
his point of view he was justified in speaking to Mr. Gresley as he did.
I was sorely tempted to say something of that kind to him myself, but as
one grows gray one realizes that one can only speak in a spirit of love.
A man of Dick's stamp will always be respected, because he does not
assume virtues which belong to a higher grade than he is on at present.
But when he reaches that higher grade he will act as thoroughly upon the
convictions that accompany it as he does now on his present
convictions."

"He certainly would not turn the other cheek to the smiter."

"I should not advise the smiter to reckon on it. And unless it is turned
from that rare sense of spiritual brotherhood it would be unmanly to
turn it. To imitate the outward appearance of certain virtues is like
imitating the clothes of a certain class. It does not make us belong to
the class to dress like it. The true foundation for the spiritual life,
as far as I can see it, is in the full development of our human nature
with all its simple trusts and aspirations. I admire Dick's solid
foundation. It will carry a building worthy of him some day. But my
words of wisdom appear to be thrown away upon you. You are thinking of
something else."

"I was thinking that I ought to tell you that I am engaged to be
married."

The Bishop's face lit up.

"I am engaged to Mr. Scarlett. That is why he has come down here."

The Bishop's face fell. Rachel had been three days at the Palace. Dick
had not allowed the grass to grow under his feet. "That admirable
promptitude," the Bishop had remarked to himself, "deserves