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The lines of promotion, however, are other than they were a generation
or two ago. This bishop had begun his work in a large town parish, and
had kept to the crowded ways. Hard work and a capacity for organisation
are the road to success in the Church to-day. Rich country rectories
must be looked at askance until they can be taken as a secondary reward,
the higher prizes having been missed. Even when the prizes are gained,
the highest of them no longer bring dignified leisure. A bishop is a
hard-working official in these latter days, and, if overtaken by the
natural desires of advancing years for rest and contemplation, must
occasionally cast wistful eyes upon the reward he might have gained if
he had run second in the race instead of first.
The Bishop of Meadshire was an uncle by marriage of Mrs. Carruthers, of
Surley Park, who had brought him over, with other guests, to enjoy this,
to him unwonted, scene. Cheerful and courteous, with a spare figure, an
excellent digestion and a presumably untroubled conscience, he was well
qualified to gain the fullest amount of benefit from such relaxations as
a country house visit, with its usual activities and pastimes, affords.
He was standing near the door with his niece when the Graftons entered
the room, and Grafton and Barbara and Young George were immediately
introduced to him. This was done with the air of bringing together
particular friends of the introducing party. Each would have heard much
of the other, and would meet for the first time not as complete
strangers.
The Bishop was, indeed, extremely cordial. A bright smile lit up his
handsome and apostolic features, and he showered benignity upon Barbara
and Young George when it came to their turn. "Then we've met at last,"
he said. "I've been hearing such a lot about you. Indeed, I may be said
to have heard hardly anything about anybody else, since I've been at
Surley."
Ella Carruthers had her hand on Barbara's shoulder. "I'm sure you're not
disappointed in my new friends," she said, giving the girl an
affectionate squeeze. "This one's the chief of them."
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