40 EASY-CHAIR MEMORIES 



" 'Nothing serious, I hope, ; said the Bishop, 

 taking a seat in the state apartment; 'and if 

 so, I daresay he wouldn't object to see me at 

 his bedside.' 



" Jane paused for a moment, and then, with 

 some hesitation, replied, ' Perhaps not, my 

 lord; leastwise if you bean't afeered o' going 

 there. 'Tis a faver o' some sort, but I can't 

 mind what the doctor call'th it.' 



" The Bishop cocked his ear, and looked 

 uneasy. ' A fever, did you say ? Rheumatism 

 perhaps, from exposure to wet ? ' 



" * No, no ; I've got that myself bad enough. 

 'Tis something a deal worse, I reckon.' 



" ' Not scarlet fever, I hope ? ' 



" The housekeeper shook her head despond- 

 ingly. * Worse than that, my lord.' 



" ' Typhus? ' inquired his lordship, no longer 

 able to hide his look of alarm. 



"Iss, that's it; seem'th to me that's what 

 the doctor ca'd it. 'Tis a whisht job, fai' ! ' 



" The Bishop clutched his hat, and with 

 little ceremony took his departure, . . . and 

 he never set foot again in the parish of 

 Knowstone. When, adds Russell, the Bishop 

 had fairly disappeared, Froude put on his long 



