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He murmured directions to himself。 〃Keep along the pavement。 Turn to the right at the Circus。 Now down the hill。 Easily down the hill。 Don't float！ Junior Army and Navy Stores。 And the bookseller。〃
And presently he had a doubt of his name and began to repeat it。
〃Edward Princhester。 Edward Scrope； Lord Bishop of Princhester。〃
And all the while voices within him were asserting； 〃You are in the kingdom of Heaven。 You are in the presence of God。 Place and time are a texture of illusion and dreamland。 Even now； you are with God。〃
（6）
The porter of the Athenaeum saw him come in； looking well flushed indeedbut queer in expression； his blue eyes were wide open and unusually vague and blue。
He wandered across towards the dining…room； hesitated； went to look at the news； seemed in doubt whether he would not go into the smoking…room； and then went very slowly upstairs； past the golden angel up to the great drawing…room。
In the drawing…room he found only Sir James Mounce； the man who knew the novels of Sir Walter Scott by heart and had the minutest and most unsparing knowledge of every detail in the life of that supreme giant of English literature。 He had even； it was said； acquired a Scotch burr in the enthusiasm of his hero…worship。 It was usually sufficient only to turn an ear towards him for him to talk for an hour or so。 He was now studying Bradshaw。
The bishop snatched at him desperately。 He felt that if he went away there would be no hold left upon the ordinary things of life。
〃Sir James；〃 he said； 〃I was wondering the other day when was the exact date of the earliest public ascription of Waverley to Scott。〃
〃Eh！〃 said Sir James； 〃but I'd like to talk that over with ye。 Indeed I would。 It would be depending very largely on what ye called 'public。' But〃
He explained something about an engagement in Birmingham that night； a train to catch。 Reluctantly but relentlessly he abandoned the proffered ear。 But he promised that the next time they met in the club he would go into the matter 〃exhausteevely。〃
The door closed upon him。 The bishop was alone。 He was flooded with the light of the world that is beyond this world。 The things about him became very small and indistinct。
He would take himself into a quiet corner in the library of this doll's house； and sit his little body down in one of the miniature armchairs。 Then if he was going to faint or if the trancelike feeling was to become altogether a trancewell； a bishop asleep in an armchair in the library of the Athenaeum is nothing to startle any one。
He thought of that convenient hidden room； the North Library； in which is the bust of Croker。 There often one can be quite alone。。。。 It was empty； and he went across to the window that looks out upon Pall Mall and sat down in the little uncomfortable easy chair by the desk with its back to the Benvenuto Cellini。
And as he sat down； something snappedlike the snapping of a lute stringin his brain。
（7）
With a sigh of deep relief the bishop realized that this world had vanished。
He was in a golden light。
He perceived it as a place； but it was a place without buildings or trees or any very definite features。 There was a cloudy suggestion of distant hills； and beneath his feet were little gem…like flowers； and a feeling of divinity and infinite friendliness pervaded his being。 His impressions grew more definite。 His feet seemed to be bare。 He was no longer a bishop nor clad as a bishop。 That had gone with the rest of the world。 He was seated on a slab of starry rock。
This he knew quite clearly was the place of God。
He was unable to disentangle thoughts from words。 He seemed to be speaking in his mind。
〃I have been very foolish and confused and perplexed。 I have been like a creature caught among thorns。〃
〃You served the purpose of God among those thorns。〃 It seemed to him at first that the answer also was among his thoughts。
〃I seemed so silly and so little。 My wits were clay。〃
〃Clay full of desires。〃
〃Such desires！〃
〃Blind desires。 That will presently come to the light。〃
〃Shall we come to the light？〃
〃But here it is； and you see it！〃
（8）
It became clearer in the mind of the bishop that a figure sat beside him； a figure of great strength and beauty； with a smiling face and kindly eyes。 A strange thought and a strange courage came to the bishop。
〃Tell me；〃 he whispered； 〃are you God？〃
〃I am the Angel of God。〃
The bishop thought over that for some moments。
〃I want；〃 he said； 〃to know about God。
〃I want；〃 he said； with a deepening passion of the soul； 〃to know about God。 Slowly through four long years I have been awakening to the need of God。 Body and soul I am sick for the want of God and the knowledge of God。 I did not know what was the matter with me； why my life had become so disordered and confused that my very appetites and habits are all astray。 But I am perishing for God as a waterless man upon a raft perishes for drink； and there is nothing but madness if I touch the seas about me。 Not only in my thoughts but in my under thoughts and in my nerves and bones and arteries I have need of God。 You see I grew up in the delusion that I knew God； I did not know that I was unprovisioned and unprovided against the tests and strains and hardships of life。 I thought that I was secure and safe。 I was told that we menwho were apes not a quarter of a million years ago； who still have hair upon our arms and ape's teeth in our jawshad come to the full and perfect knowledge of God。 It was all put into a creed。 Not a word of it was to be altered； not a sentence was to be doubted any more。 They made me a teacher of this creed。 They seemed to explain it to me。 And when I came to look into it； when my need came and I turned to my creed； it was old and shrivelled up； it was the patched…up speculations of vanished Greeks and Egyptians； it was a mummy of ancient disputes； old and dry； that fell to dust as I unwrapped it。 And I was dressed up in the dress of old dead times and put before an altar of forgotten sacrifices； and I went through ceremonies as old as the first seedtime； and suddenly I knew clearly that God was not there； God was not in my Creed； not in my cathedral； not in my ceremonies； nowhere in my life。 And at the same time I knew； I knew as I had never known before； that certainly there was God。〃
He paused。 〃Tell me；〃 said the friend at his side； 〃tell me。〃
〃It was as if a child running beside its mother； looked up and saw that he had never seen her face before； that she was not his mother； and that the words he had seemed to understand were now that he listenedwords in an unknown tongue。
〃You see； I am but a common sort of man； dear God； I have neither lived nor thought in any way greatly； I have gone from one day to the next day without looking very much farther than the end of the day； I have gone on as life has befallen； if no great trouble had come into my life； so I should have lived to the end of my days。 But life which began for me easily and safely has become constantly more difficult and strange。 I could have held my services and given my benedictions； I could have believed I believed in what I thought I believed。。。。 But no