'I thank God that I cannot appreciate the humour which speaks gaily of a man enduring eighteen months of semi-starvation, and at the same time struggling hard to earn a livelihood by his pen--for the honesty of his strugglings I can vouch. Whatever his past may have been--and I believe that your article is in the main erroneous--surely it is better to leave it as past. As a convert, he had to endure for the faith that is in him. Once before in his chequered career, at a moment when he had a means of living by his own hands within his grasp, a gratuitous newspaper attack snatched from him the support which he had made himself to lean on. At the present time he is leading an existence which is bitter enough to himself and quite harmless (not to say beneficial) to others; and I feel compelled to tell you that I look upon your onslaught as both criminal and disgraceful.' Another correspondent writes, 'I was much grieved at your article called _Strange Career_ etc. in your issue of Nov. 18th because I am a great admirer of some books which George Arthur Rose published before he was made Pope. Those books did more to convert me to Catholicism than any others and I am very sorry to read the account that you have printed of their author.' Yet another correspondent writes, 'It may be well to inform your readers that the Austin White who wrote the very offensive letters headed _Rhypokondylose Religion_ in the _Jecorian Courier_ some few years back is the George Arthur Rose alias the Pope of Rome about whom your readers were so amply enlightened in the columns of your issue of 18th November.' In reply to 'D.J.' we may say that we hold in our hand a letter which Rose addressed to an excellent priest in 1898. It concludes 'I regret for your sake the exposure which inevitably must take place when her brother-in-law, the bishop, becomes cognizant of the undue influence which you use in order to embezzle these sums from Lady Mostingham. I beg you to make amends and to withdraw from such degrading transactions before it is too late.' If our correspondent 'D.J.' still thinks it was not advisable for us to savagely and cruelly denounce the author of that last letter, we can only say we differ from him." Hadrian read the screed with indignant scorn. It was the beastly English of the vulgar thing, more than the vile sentiments expressed, which put Him into such a violent rictus of contempt. He looked out of the window at nothing for a moment, to conceal His disgust. Finding that Cardinal Leighton waited, He controlled Himself; and turned round with a gaze of frigid inquiry. "Yes?" He said. "'Would to Heaven that You would grant me a trifling favour,'" His Eminency quoted in Greek. It was a most artful and invariably successful dodge to approach the Pontiff in His favourite tongue. He recognized the quotation; and capped it with the succeeding verse. "'Tell me as quickly as you can; and I at once shall know.'"