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s only two ordination candidates because of the war。 We'll get on swimmingly。〃
The bishop thought he would like to talk to those two ordination candidates； but they prevailed upon him not to do so。 He lay for the best part of one night confiding remarkable things to two imaginary ordination candidates。
He developed a marked liking for Eleanor's company。 She was home again now after a visit to some friends。 It was decided that the best thing to do with him would be to send him away in her charge。 A journey abroad was impossible。 France would remind him too dreadfully of the war。 His own mind turned suddenly to the sweet air of Hunstanton。 He had gone there at times to read； in the old Cambridge days。 〃It is a terribly ugly place；〃 he said； 〃but it is wine in the veins。〃
Lady Ella was doubtful about Zeppelins。 Thrice they had been right over Hunstanton already。 They came in by the easy landmark of the Wash。
〃It will interest him；〃 said Eleanor； who knew her father better。
（2）
One warm and still and sunny afternoon the bishop found himself looking out upon the waters of the Wash。 He sat where the highest pebble layers of the beach reached up to a little cliff of sandy earth perhaps a foot high； and he looked upon sands and sea and sky and saw that they were beautiful。
He was a little black…gaitered object in a scene of the most exquisite and delicate colour。 Right and left of him stretched the low grey salted shore； pale banks of marly earth surmounted by green…grey wiry grass that held and was half buried in fine blown sand。 Above； the heavens made a complete hemisphere of blue in which a series of remote cumulus clouds floated and dissolved。 Before him spread the long levels of the sands； and far away at its utmost ebb was the sea。 Eleanor had gone to explore the black ribs of a wrecked fishing…boat that lay at the edge of a shallow lagoon。 She was a little pink…footed figure； very bright and apparently transparent。 She had reverted for a time to shameless childishness； she had hidden her stockings among the reeds of the bank； and she was running to and fro； from star…fish to razor shell and from cockle to weed。 The shingle was pale drab and purple close at hand； but to the westward； towards Hunstanton； the sands became brown and purple； and were presently broken up into endless skerries of low flat weed…covered boulders and little intensely blue pools。 The sea was a band of sapphire that became silver to the west； it met the silver shining sands in one delicate breathing edge of intensely white foam。 Remote to the west； very small and black and clear against the afternoon sky； was a cart； and about it was a score or so of mussel…gatherers。 A little nearer； on an apparently empty stretch of shining wet sand； a multitude of gulls was mysteriously busy。 These two groups of activities and Eleanor's flitting translucent movements did but set off and emphasize the immense and soothing tranquillity。
For a long time the bishop sat passively receptive to this healing beauty。 Then a little flow of thought began and gathered in his mind。 He had come out to think over two letters that he had brought with him。 He drew these now rather reluctantly from his pocket； and after a long pause over the envelopes began to read them。
He reread Likeman's letter first。
Likeman could not forgive him。
〃My dear Scrope；〃 he wrote； 〃your explanation explains nothing。 This sensational declaration of infidelity to our mother church； made under the most damning and distressing circumstances in the presence of young and tender minds entrusted to your ministrations； and in defiance of the honourable engagements implied in the confirmation service； confirms my worst apprehensions of the weaknesses of your character。 I have always felt the touch of theatricality in your temperament； the peculiar craving to be pseudo…deeper； pseudo…simpler than us all； the need of personal excitement。 I know that you were never quite contented to believe in God at second…hand。 You wanted to be taken notice ofpersonally。 Except for some few hints to you； I have never breathed a word of these doubts to any human being； I have always hoped that the ripening that comes with years and experience would give you an increasing strength against the dangers of emotionalism and against your strong； deep； quiet sense of your exceptional personal importance。。。。〃
The bishop read thus far； and then sat reflecting。
Was it just？
He had many weaknesses； but had he this egotism？ No； that wasn't the justice of the case。 The old man； bitterly disappointed； was endeavouring to wound。 Scrope asked himself whether he was to blame for that disappointment。 That was a more difficult question。。。。
He dismissed the charge at last； crumpled up the letter in his hand； and after a moment's hesitation flung it away。。。。 But he remained acutely sorry； not so much for himself as for the revelation of Likeman this letter made。 He had had a great affection for Likeman and suddenly it was turned into a wound。
（3）
The second letter was from Lady Sunderbund； and it was an altogether more remarkable document。 Lady Sunderbund wrote on a notepaper that was evidently the result of a perverse research； but she wrote a letter far more coherent than her speech； and without that curious falling away of the r's that flavoured even her gravest observations with an unjust faint aroma of absurdity。 She wrote with a thin pen in a rounded boyish handwriting。 She italicized with slashes of the pen。
He held this letter in both hands between his knees； and considered it now with an expression that brought his eyebrows forward until they almost met； and that tucked in the corners of his mouth。
〃My dear Bishop；〃 it began。
〃I keep thinking and thinking and thinking of that wonderful service； of the wonderful； wonderful things you said； and the wonderful choice you made of the moment to say themwhen all those young lives were coming to the great serious thing in life。 It was most beautifully done。 At any rate； dear Bishop and Teacher； it was most beautifully begun。 And now we all stand to you like creditors because you have given us so much that you owe us ever so much more。 You have started us and you have to go on with us。 You have broken the shell of the old church； and here we are running about with nowhere to go。 You have to make the shelter of a new church now for us； purged of errors； looking straight to God。 The King of Mankind！what a wonderful； wonderful phrase that is。 It says everything。 Tell us more of him and more。 Count me firstnot foremost； but just the little one that runs in firstamong your disciples。 They say you are resigning your position in the church。 Of course that must be true。 You are coming out of itwhat did you call it？coming out of the cracked old vessel from which you have poured the living waters。 I called on Lady Ella yesterday。 She did not tell me very much； I think she is a very reserved as well as a very dignified woman； but she said that you intended to go to London。 In London then I suppose you will set up the first altar to the Divine King。 I want to help。
〃Dear Bishop and Teacher； I want to help tremendouslywith all my heart and all my soul。 I