Dr. Caiaphas stood looking down into the face of the dying man. He gazed solemnly and silently. In a little while he also would look like that and be as that--then he turned away. Mr. Bonteen arose and shook hands silently with him. There had been a long lull in the quick, harsh breathing; suddenly it began again. The door opened and Mrs. Godkin came into the room. Dr. Caiaphas arose; she gave him her hand. She pressed her handkerchief to her eyes, and her body was shaken with sobs. He pressed the helpless hand he held. "The Lord," said he, "will temper the wind to the shorn lamb." And then it flashed upon him that he was quoting secular and not sacred words. He looked around but no one else seemed to notice the fact. About noon Mr. Thomas and Mr. Algernon Godkin, the bishop's two brothers, arrived, and then Dr. Caiaphas went home to lunch. Almost never had he realized the littleness of man's life as now. He could not enjoy the salmi of capon--hardly could he enjoy the Madeira. At half-past two o'clock Bishop Godkin passed away. * * * * * Dr. Caiaphas was elected his successor. The day that he was chosen was, perhaps, one of the happiest of his life. He went straight to his wife; he seemed to be walking upon air. He found her in her own room, reading a magazine. He took her face between his hands and looked into her eyes. "Mary," he said, "will you wish me joy?" "Oh, Theodore," she cried, rising and letting the magazine fall to the floor, "have you got it?" He nodded his head. She flung her arms around his neck and drew him close to her. It was almost exactly as it had been when, twenty-one years ago, he had told her he had been invited to the living of the Church of the Advent. There were tears in her eyes now as there had been then. They were both of them very happy. It was arranged that no immediate change as to residence was to be made. Mrs. Godkin and her two daughters were to continue to live at the bishop's house until the coming May, so that, in the mean time, they might have an opportunity of finding another house to suit them. Mrs. Godkin's brother-in-law wanted her to remove to the northern metropolis, but she was too closely identified with her present home and too deeply inrooted in its society to be willing to transplant her life into other and newer ground. The newly elected high-priest suggested Dr. Dayton, of the neighboring city, as a fitting one to succeed himself as rector of the Church of the Advent. "Since we cannot any longer," said Mr. Dorman-Webster, "have Dr. Caiaphas, under whom we have grown up into spiritual manhood through all these years, and whom we love so dearly"--and he reached across the table as he spoke and clasped the new bishop's hand--"I, for one, advise that we shall do the next best thing, and take the man whom he shall nominate." Bishop Caiaphas wrung Mr. Dorman-Webster's hand in silence--he could not trust himself to speak.