I desire the subject should now _drop_." The last words were uttered in the same tone in which Mr.Gresley closed morning service, and were felt to be final.

He was not in reality greatly chagrined at missing the Bishop, whom he regarded with some of the suspicious distrust with which a certain class of mind ever regards that which is superior to it.

Hester left the room, closing the door gently behind her.
"James," said Mrs.Gresley, looking at her priest with tears of admiration in her eyes, "I shall never be good like you, so you need not expect it.

How you can be so generous and patient with her I don't know.
It passes me." "We must learn to make allowances for each other," said Mr.Gresley, in his most affectionate cornet, drawing his tired, tearful little wife down beside him on the sofa.

And he made some fresh tea for her, and waited on her, and she told him about the children's boots and the sole, and he told her about a remarkable speech he had made at the chapter meeting, and a feeling that had been borne in on him on the way home that he should shortly write something striking about Apostolic Succession.