You will find him wise and courageous." The bishop nodded gently towards the Prior, and Chris heard a sobbing indrawn breath from the corner where the broken stool stood.
"It is a time of great moment," went on the bishop; "much hangs on how we carry ourselves.

His Grace has evil counsellors about him." There was silence for a moment or two; Chris could not take his eyes from the bishop's face.

The frightful framework of skin and bones seemed luminous from within, and there was an extraordinary sweetness on those tightly drawn lips, and in the large bright eyes.
"His Grace has been to the Tower lately, I hear, and once to the Marshalsea, to see Dom Sebastian Newdegate, who, as you know, was at Court for many years till he entered the Charterhouse; but I have had no visit from him, nor yet, I should think, Master More--you must not judge his Grace too hardly, my son; he was a good lad, as I knew very well--a very gallant and brave lad.

A Frenchman said that he seemed to have come down from heaven.

And he has always had a great faith and devotion, and a very strange and delicate conscience that has cost him much pain.