Bishop, a gentlemanly cleric in orthodox hat and gaiters, arrived on
Saturday with his examining chaplain. Mr. Perrowne conducted them to Dr.
Halbert's, where the Squire, Mr. Douglas and Mr. Errol, with the ladies,
were invited to meet them. The Bishop turned out to be much more liberal
and evangelical in his views than the clergyman under visitation. On
Sunday, there was a confirmation service, and, on the following Monday,
St. Cuthbert's put on its festal robes once more. Mr. Douglas and Mr.
Errol stood by Mr. Perrowne, and Miss Graves and Miss Carmichael by Miss
Fanny, whom the doctor gave away in person. The Bishop did his duty
well, and afterwards honoured the wedding breakfast with his presence.
The sight of his diocesan kept Mr. Perrowne in order, and devolved the
jocularity on the Squire and the doctor. Mr. Terry was at home with
Coristine, describing the ceremony; and somebody at the Halbert's
hospitable table was longing for a chance to replace him. This, however,
she could not effect without its being noticed. The examining chaplain
fell foul of Mr. Errol by remarking that, when Scotch Presbyterians came
into the church, they generally did well, both in England and in Canada,
several of them having risen to the episcopate. "That minds me,"
answered the minister, intentionally putting on his broad Scotch, "that
minds me o' Jockey Strachan, that was Bishop o' Toronto. He met a Kirk
man aince, frae Markham, I'm thinkin', that had a threadbare coat.
'Man,' said he till's auld freend, 'yon's a shockin' worn-out coat. Can
yer freens i' the Kirk no dae better than that by ye?' 'Toot, toot,
Jockey,' said the Kirk man, 'what ails ye at the coat? It's no turned
yet.'" The sensible Bishop saw that the chaplain, who was preparing to
reply, would probably put his foot farther in, and turned the
conversation into other channels. Then the wedding presents were
re-examined, the bride donned her travelling costume, and, amid
affectionate leave takings, the doctor drove off his daughter and
son-in-law, with the clerics, toward the distant railway station, en
route for Ottawa, Montreal and Lake George. The Bridesdale party went
home, and, while Mrs. Carmichael and Miss Graves were attended by their
respective cavaliers, Miss Carmichael flew to the bedside where Mr.
Terry kept cheerful guard.

Everything hinged now upon the sick man's health. "He must be got away,
John, before the winter comes," the doctor had said to the Squire,