"If you cannot remember it, give me pen and paper, and I will write it." The servant, somewhat awed by the stranger's manner, brought the pen and paper, and Mr.Crawley wrote his name:-- THE REV.

JOSIAH CRAWLEY, M.A., _Perpetual Curate of Hogglestock._ He was then ushered into a waiting-room, but, to his disappointment, was not kept there waiting long.

Within three minutes he was ushered into the bishop's study, and into the presence of the two great luminaries of the diocese.

He was at first somewhat disconcerted by finding Mrs.Proudie in the room.

In the imaginary conversation with the bishop which he had been preparing on the road, he had conceived that the bishop would be attended by a chaplain, and he had suited his words to the joint discomfiture of the bishop and of the lower clergyman;--but now the line of his battle must be altered.