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"You are ill," said the canon, scrutinizing his face.



"Not ill. But the word was taken out of my mouth. I perceive

now that I have been in a trance, a trance in which the truth is



real. It is a fearful thing to find oneself among realities. It

is a dreadful thing when God begins to haunt a priest.... I can



never minister in the church again."

Whippham thrust forward a chair for the bishop to sit down. The



bishop felt now extraordinarily fatigued. He sat down heavily,

and



rested his wrists on the arms of the chair. "Already," he resumed

presently, "I begin to forget what it was I said."



"You became excited," said Bliss, "and spoke very loudly and

clearly."



"What did I say?"

"I don't know what you said; I have forgotten. I never want to



remember. Things about the Second Advent. Dreadful things. You

said God was close at hand. Happily you spoke partly in Greek. I



doubt if any of those children understood. And you had a kind of

lapse--an aphasia. You mutilated the interrogation and you did



not pronounce the benediction properly. You changed words and you

put in words. One sat frozen--waiting for what would happen



next."

"We must postpone the Pringle confirmation," said Whippham. "I



wonder to whom I could telephone."

Lady Ella appeared, and came and knelt down by the bishop's



chair. "I never ought to have let this happen," she said, taking

his wrists in her hands. "You are in a fever, dear."



"It seemed entirely natural to say what I did," the bishop

declared.



Lady Ella looked up at Bliss.

"A doctor has been sent for," said the canon to Lady Ella.



"I must speak to the doctor," said Lady Ella as if her husband

could not hear her. "There is something that will make things



clearer to the doctor. I must speak to the doctor for a moment

before he sees him."



Came a gust of pretty sounds and a flash of bright colour that

shamed the rich vestments at hand. Over the shoulder of the



rector and quite at the back, appeared Lady Sunderbund resolutely

invading the vestry. The rector intercepted her, stood broad with



extended arms.

"I must come in and speak to him. If it is only fo' a moment."



The bishop looked up and saw Lady Ella's expression. Lady Ella

was sitting up very stiffly, listening but not looking round.



A vague horror and a passionate desire to prevent the entry of

Lady Sunderbund at any cost, seized upon the bishop. She would,



he felt, be the last overwhelmingcomplication. He descended to a

base subterfuge. He lay back in his chair slowly as though he



unfolded himself, he covered his eyes with his hand and then

groaned aloud.



"Leave me alone!" he cried in a voice of agony. "Leave me

alone! I can see no one.... I can--no more."



There was a momentous silence, and then the tumult of Lady

Sunderbund receded.



CHAPTER THE EIGHTH - THE NEW WORLD

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THAT night the bishop had a temperature of a hundred and a

half. The doctor pronounced him to be in a state of intense



mental excitement, aggravated by some drug. He was a doctor

modern and clear-minded enough to admit that he could not



identify the drug. He overruled, every one overruled, the

bishop's declaration that he had done with the church, that he



could never mock God with his episcopal ministrations again, that

he must proceed at once with his resignation. "Don't think of



these things," said the doctor. "Banish them from your mind until

your temperature is down to ninety-eight. Then after a rest you



may go into them."

Lady Ella insisted upon his keeping his room. It was with



difficulty that he got her to admit Whippham, and Whippham was

exasperatingly in order. "You need not trouble about anything



now, my lord," he said. "Everything will keep until you are ready

to attend to it. It's well we're through with Easter. Bishop



Buncombe of Eastern Blowdesia was coming here anyhow. And there

is Canon Bliss. There's only two ordination candidates because of



the war. We'll get on swimmingly."




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