I told him my aunt's husband had been a bookseller, and that she had still an interest in the business, and lived I knew near St. Paul's; and added that she had been very generous, not only to Felicia, but to all the family. "I know the good woman well," said the Bishop, "for good she is in every sense of the word. We must talk over our mutual friends, Mrs. Merton. I will see you again." I can see that every one thinks it a great matter that I should receive so much notice from the Bishop. Mrs. Judith would know the whole story, and she will tell good Mistress Parnell, so I shall be illustrated. Since I have been out of doors so much with Lady Betty, I have left off my morning walks, but this morning, I know not why, I felt as if one would do me good, so I took my hood, and went out into the chase. The morning was fine, and everything was pleasant, but I felt I know not what, of heaviness and discouragement. "Sure 'tis very hard to have such an enemy as Lady Jemima, and that for no fault of mine own that I know of," I thought. It is Felicia's doing, to begin with, but she has no right to judge me on such slight evidence, nor to treat me as she does. Every time I try to set matters straight between us, I only make them worse. I have no one of whom I can ask advice either, now that Doctor Parnell is dead, and Mr. Penrose has raised up such a bar between us. If only I could see Mrs. Corbet alone, she might help me, but then she is one of the family, and it might only make trouble. As I was thinking thus, waking with mine eyes on the ground, I almost ran against somebody coming in the opposite direction, and looking up, I saw the Bishop before me. "Why, this is well," said he, with his kindly smile. "So you too love the early morning. But methinks your roses are not as blooming as when we met before. I trust all is well with you?" I told him that I was quite well in health, and that my Lady was very kind to me, and I thought I had satisfied her so far. "But," said he, smiling, and then seemed to be waiting for me to say more. Then, as I did not, he continued himself: "But you have round, I suppose, that things do not go on without rubs in courts and castles, more than in rectories and cottages?" "I suppose there must be rubs everywhere," said I. "''Tis all in the day's work.'" "Not of course," said my Lord. "We make a good many rubs for ourselves, which do not come into our day's work at all." "I don't really know that I have made any of my rubs for myself," said I, considering a little, "unless it was about—" and then I stopped, and felt my face grow scarlet, for I was just going to speak of Mr. Penrose.