One would have said that his presence had something warming and luminous about it.

The children and the old people came out to the doorsteps for the Bishop as for the sun.

He bestowed his blessing, and they blessed him.

They pointed out his house to any one who was in need of anything.
[Illustration: The Comfortor 1b1-5-comfortor] Here and there he halted, accosted the little boys and girls, and smiled upon the mothers.

He visited the poor so long as he had any money; when he no longer had any, he visited the rich.
As he made his cassocks last a long while, and did not wish to have it noticed, he never went out in the town without his wadded purple cloak.
This inconvenienced him somewhat in summer.
On his return, he dined.