They burn their torches not in their own behalf," said the bishop, thinking, perhaps, as much of himself as he did of his noble friend.

"Rest and quiet are the comforts of those who have been content to remain in obscurity." "Perhaps so," said the earl, finishing his glass of claret with an air of virtuous resignation.

"Perhaps so." His own martyrdom, however, had not been severe, for the rest and quiet of home had never been peculiarly satisfactory to his tastes.

Soon after this they all went to the ladies.
It was some little time before Frank could find an opportunity of recommencing his allotted task with Miss Dunstable.

She got into conversation with the bishop and some other people, and, except that he took her teacup and nearly managed to squeeze one of her fingers as he did so, he made very little further progress till towards the close of the evening.
At last he found her so nearly alone as to admit of his speaking to her in his low confidential voice.
"Have you managed that matter with my aunt ?" "What matter ?" said Miss Dunstable; and her voice was not low, nor particularly confidential.
"About those three or four gentlemen whom you wish to invite here ?" "Oh! my attendant knights! no, indeed; you gave me such very slight hope of success; besides, you said something about my not wanting them." "Yes I did; I really think they'd be quite unnecessary.