sir. I can let you see it!'

There was a pause. Louis Glanville was so highly interested that he
stood upon the seat of the arbour, and looked through the leafage over
the wall. The Bishop had produced an article from his pocket.

'What is it?' said Swithin, laboriously scrutinizing the thing.

'Why, don't you see?' said the Bishop, holding it out between his finger
and thumb in Swithin's face. 'A bracelet,--a coral bracelet. I found
the wanton object on the bed in your cabin! And of the sex of the owner
there can be no doubt. More than that, she was concealed behind the
curtains, for I saw them move.' In the decision of his opinion the
Bishop threw the coral bracelet down on a tombstone.

'Nobody was in my room, my lord, who had not a perfect right to be
there,' said the younger man.

'Well, well, that's a matter of assertion. Now don't get into a passion,
and say to me in your haste what you'll repent of saying afterwards.'

'I am not in a passion, I assure your lordship. I am too sad for
passion.'

'Very well; that's a hopeful sign. Now I would ask you, as one man of
another, do you think that to come to me, the Bishop of this large and
important diocese, as you came yesterday, and pretend to be something
that you are not, is quite upright conduct, leave alone religious? Think
it over. We may never meet again. But bear in mind what your Bishop and
spiritual head says to you, and see if you cannot mend before it is too
late.'

Swithin was meek as Moses, but he tried to appear sturdy. 'My lord, I am
in a difficult position,' he said mournfully; 'how difficult, nobody but
myself can tell. I cannot explain; there are insuperable reasons against
it. But will you take my word of assurance that I am not so bad as I
seem? Some day I will prove it. Till then I only ask you to suspend
your judgment on me.'

The Bishop shook his head incredulously and went towards the vicarage, as
if he had lost his hearing. Swithin followed him with his eyes, and
Louis followed the direction of Swithin's. Before the Bishop had reached
the vicarage entrance Lady Constantine crossed in front of him. She had
a basket on her arm, and was, in fact, going to visit some of the poorer
cottages. Who could believe the Bishop now to be the same man that he
had been a moment before? The darkness left his face as if he had come
out of a cave; his look was all sweetness, and shine, and gaiety, as he
again greeted Viviette.