The carriage had interrupted him in the midst of reading a long letter which he still held crumpled in his hand.
At last he said abruptly to Eleanor--'Benecke's last chance is up.

He is summoned to submit next week at latest.' 'He tells you so ?' 'Yes.

He writes me a heart-broken letter.' 'Poor, poor fellow! It's all the Jesuits' doing.

Mr.Neal told me the whole story.' 'Oh! it's tyranny of course.

And the book's only a fraction of the truth,--a little Darwinian yeast leavening a lump of theology.