success."
"Poor, dear Dick," he said, softly.
"That is what Hester says. I told her yesterday."
"I really have a very high opinion of Dick," said the Bishop.
"So have I. If I might have two I would certainly choose him second."
"But this superfluous Mr. Scarlett comes first, eh?"
"I am afraid he does."
"Well," said the Bishop, with a sigh, "if you are so ungrateful as to
marry to please yourself, instead of to please me, there is nothing more
to be said. I will have a look at your Mr. Scarlett when he comes to
tea. I suppose he will come to tea. I notice the most _farouche_ men do
when they are engaged. It is the first step in the turning process. I
shall, of course, bring an entirely unprejudiced mind to bear upon him,
as I always make a point of doing, but I warn you beforehand I shan't
like him."
"Because he is not Mr. Dick."
"Well, yes; because he is not Dick. I suppose his name is Bertie."
"Not Bertie," said Rachel, indignantly, "Hugh."
"It's a poor, inefficient kind of name, only four letters, and a
duplicate at each end. I don't think, my dear, he is worthy of you."
"Dick has only four letters."
"I make it a rule never to argue with women. Well, Rachel, I'm glad you
have decided to marry. Heaven bless you, and may you be happy with this
man. Ah! here comes Dr. Brown."
"Well!" said the Bishop and Rachel, simultaneously.
"She's better," said the little doctor, angrily; he was always angry
when he was anxious. "She's round the first corner. But how to pull her
round the next corner, that is what I'm thinking."
"Defer the next corner."
"We can't now her mind is clear. She's as sane as you or I are, and a
good deal sharper. When she asks about her book she'll have to be told."
"A lie would be quite justifiable under the circumstances."
"Of course, of course, but it would be useless. You might hoodwink her
for a day or two, and then she would find out, first, that the _magnum
opus_ is gone, and secondly, that you and Miss West, whom she does trust
entirely at present, have deceived her. You know what she is when she
thinks she is being deceived. She abused you well, my lord, until you
reinstated yourself by producing Regie Gresley. But you can't reinstate
yourself a second time. You can't produce the book."
"No," said the Bishop. "That is gone forever."
Rachel could not trust herself to speak. Perhaps she had realized more
fully than even the Bishop had done what the loss o
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