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Anglican standards imperative in so deep； so mysterious； and； nowadays； in mixed society at least； so infrequent a discussion。
It was like animals breaking down a fence about some sacred spot。 Within a couple of minutes the affair had become highly improper。 They had raised their voices； they had spoken with the utmost familiarity of almost unspeakable things。 There had been even attempts at epigram。 Athanasian epigrams。 Bent the novelist had doubted if originally there had been a Third Person in the Trinity at all。 He suggested a reaction from a too…Manichaean dualism at some date after the time of St。 John's Gospel。 He maintained obstinately that that Gospel was dualistic。
The unpleasant quality of the talk was far more manifest in the retrospect than it had been at the time。 It had seemed then bold and strange； but not impossible； now in the cold darkness it seemed sacrilegious。 And the bishop's share； which was indeed only the weak yielding of a tired man to an atmosphere he had misjudged； became a disgraceful display of levity and bad faith。 They had baited him。 Some one had said that nowadays every one was an Arian； knowingly or unknowingly。 They had not concealed their conviction that the bishop did not really believe in the Creeds he uttered。
And that unfortunate first admission stuck terribly in his throat。
Oh！ Why had he made it？
（3）
Sleep had gone。
The awakened sleeper groaned； sat up in the darkness； and felt gropingly in this unaccustomed bed and bedroom first for the edge of the bed and then for the electric light that was possibly on the little bedside table。
The searching hand touched something。 A water…bottle。 The hand resumed its exploration。 Here was something metallic and smooth； a stem。 Either above or below there must be a switch。。。。
The switch was found； grasped； and turned。
The darkness fled。
In a mirror the sleeper saw the reflection of his face and a corner of the bed in which he lay。 The lamp had a tilted shade that threw a slanting bar of shadow across the field of reflection； lighting a right…angled triangle very brightly and leaving the rest obscure。 The bed was a very great one； a bed for the Anakim。 It had a canopy with yellow silk curtains； surmounted by a gilded crown of carved wood。 Between the curtains was a man's face； clean…shaven； pale； with disordered brown hair and weary； pale…blue eyes。 He was clad in purple pyjamas； and the hand that now ran its fingers through the brown hair was long and lean and shapely。
Beside the bed was a convenient little table bearing the light； a water…bottle and glass； a bunch of keys； a congested pocket… book； a gold…banded fountain pen； and a gold watch that indicated a quarter past three。 On the lower edge of the picture in the mirror appeared the back of a gilt chair； over which a garment of peculiar construction had been carelessly thrown。 It was in the form of that sleeveless cassock of purple； opening at the side； whose lower flap is called a bishop's apron； the corner of the frogged coat showed behind the chair…back； and the sash lay crumpled on the floor。 Black doeskin breeches； still warmly lined with their pants； lay where they had been thrust off at the corner of the bed； partly covering black hose and silver…buckled shoes。
For a moment the tired gaze of the man in the bed rested upon these evidences of his episcopal dignity。 Then he turned from them to the watch at the bedside。
He groaned helplessly。
（4）
These country doctors were no good。 There wasn't a physician in the diocese。 He must go to London。
He looked into the weary eyes of his reflection and said； as one makes a reassuring promise； 〃London。〃
He was being worried。 He was being intolerably worried； and he was ill and unable to sustain his positions。 This doubt； this sudden discovery of controversial unsoundness； was only one aspect of his general neurasthenia。 It had been creeping into his mind since the 〃Light Unden the Altar〃 controversy。 Now suddenly it had leapt upon him from his own unwary lips。
The immediate trouble arose from his loyalty。 He had followed the King's example； he had become a total abstainer and； in addition； on his own account he had ceased to smoke。 And his digestion； which Princhester had first made sensitive； was deranged。 He was suffering chemically； suffering one of those nameless sequences of maladjustments that still defy our ordinary medical science。 It was afflicting him with a general malaise； it was affecting his energy； his temper； all the balance and comfort of his nerves。 All day he was weary； all night he was wakeful。 He was estranged from his body。 He was distressed by a sense of detachment from the things about him； by a curious intimation of unreality in everything he experienced。 And with that went this levity of conscience； a heaviness of soul and a levity of conscience； that could make him talk as though the Creeds did not matteras though nothing mattered。。。。
If only he could smoke！
He was persuaded that a couple of Egyptian cigarettes； or three at the outside； a day； would do wonders in restoring his nervous calm。 That； and just a weak whisky and soda at lunch and dinner。 Suppose now！
His conscience； his sense of honour； deserted him。 Latterly he had had several of these conscience…blanks； it was only when they were over that he realized that they had occurred。
One might smoke up the chimney； he reflected。 But he had no cigarettes！ Perhaps if he were to slip downstairs。。。。
Why had he given up smoking？
He groaned aloud。 He and his reflection eyed one another in mutual despair。
There came before his memory the image of a boy's face； a swarthy little boy； grinning； grinning with a horrible knowingness and pointing his fingeran accusing finger。 It had been the most exasperating； humiliating； and shameful incident in the bishop's career。 It was the afternoon for his fortnightly address to the Shop…girls' Church Association； and he had been seized with a panic fear； entirely irrational and unjustifiable； that he would not be able to deliver the address。 The fear had arisen after lunch； had gripped his mind； and then as now had come the thought； 〃If only I could smoke！〃 And he had smoked。 It seemed better to break a vow than fail the Association。 He had fallen to the temptation with a completeness that now filled him with shame and horror。 He had stalked Dunk； his valet…butler； out of the dining…room； had affected to need a book from the book…case beyond the sideboard； had gone insincerely to the sideboard humming 〃From Greenland's icy mountains；〃 and then； glancing over his shoulder； had stolen one of his own cigarettes； one of the fatter sort。 With this and his bedroom matches he had gone off to the bottom of the garden among the laurels； looked everywhere except above the wall to be sure that he was alone； and at last lit up； only as he raised his eyes in gratitude for the first blissful inhalation to discover that dreadful little boy peeping at him from the crotch in the yew…tree in the next garden。 As though God had sent him to be a witness！
Their eyes had met。 The bishop recalled with an agonized distinctness every moment； every error； of that shameful encounter。 He