and I greatly
desire to know what happened after we left."

"Very good, then," said the bishop, "I will give you our history in as few
words as I can. On the afternoon after your departure we all went to
Sadler's--that is, Miss Raybold and myself and the three guides; for
Raybold, when he heard that Miss Dearborn and Mr. Clyde had gone,
immediately left for Sadler's, hoping, I think, to find you all there.
From what I heard, I think he and Peter Sadler must have had words. At any
rate, he discovered that his case was hopeless, and he had himself driven
to the station in a carriage, not choosing to wait until our arrival. I
have since heard that he has determined to relinquish the law and devote
himself to the dramatic arts.

"For some reason or other, Peter Sadler was very glad to see me, and
congratulated me heartily on the favorable change in my appearance. He
called me his favorite tramp, and invited me to stop at his hotel for a
time, but I consented to stay a few days only, for I felt I must go to see
the gentleman to whom I wished to engage myself as librarian before my new
clothes had lost their freshness. Miss Raybold arranged to stay at
Sadler's for a week. She liked the place, and as she had planned to remain
away from home for a fortnight, she did not wish to return before the time
fixed upon. There were a good many people at Sadler's, but none of them
seemed to interest her. She decidedly preferred to talk to Sadler or to
me; but although Peter is a jolly fellow, and had some lively
conversations with her, he does not seem to care for protracted mental
intercourse, and it became so plain to me that she depended upon me, in so
large a degree, for companionship and intellectual stimulus, that I did
not leave as soon as I intended. It was on Wednesday, in fact, that I
steeled my heart and told her that I must positively depart early the
following morning, or I could not expect to reach my destination before
the end of the week. It was that evening, however, that we became engaged
to be married."

"What?" cried Mr. Archibald. "Did you dare to propose yourself to that
classic being?"

"No," replied the other, "I cannot, with exactness, say that I did. It
would be difficult, indeed, for me to describe the manner in which we
arrived at this most satisfactory conclusion. Miss Raybold is a mistress
of expression, and, without moving a hair's-breadth beyond the lines of
maidenly reserve which always environ her, s