Thus passed six years.

According to Martens's prediction, Dean Sparre had been made a bishop.

His predecessor in office had been a strict and haughty prelate, and there was, therefore, no little disturbance in the camp when he departed.

But from the moment Dean Sparre mounted the vacant seat, all friction ceased, and everything went on evenly and smoothly.

It was like covering the hammers of an old piano with new felt.