I really do believe they are very
sorry. The words had been allowed to pass without being weighed. Nothing
beyond an innocent joke was intended."

"I dare say. It seems innocent enough to them. If soot be thrown at a
chimney-sweeper the joke is innocent, but very offensive when it is thrown
at you."

"They are quite aware that you have ground to complain. Of course you can
go on if you like. The fact that they have offered to apologise will no
doubt be a point in their favour. Nevertheless you would probably get a
verdict."

"We could bring the Bishop into court?"

"I think so. You have got his letter speaking of the 'metropolitan
press'?"

"Oh yes."

"It is for you to think, Dr. Wortle, whether there would not be a feeling
against you among clergymen."

"Of course there will. Men in authority always have public sympathy with
them in this country. No man more rejoices that it should be so than I
do. But not the less is it necessary that now and again a man shall make
a stand in his own defence. He should never have sent me that paper."

"Here," said the lawyer, "is the apology they propose to insert if you
approve of it. They will also pay my bill,--which, however, will not, I
am sorry to say, be very heavy." Then the lawyer handed to the Doctor a
slip of paper, on which the following words were written;--

"Our attention has been called to a notice which was made in our
impression of the -- ultimo on the conduct of a clergyman in the diocese
of Broughton. A joke was perpetrated which, we are sorry to find, has
given offence where certainly no offence was intended. We have since
heard all the details of the case to which reference was made, and are
able to say that the conduct of the clergyman in question has deserved
neither censure nor ridicule. Actuated by the purest charity he has
proved himself a sincere friend to persons in great trouble."

"They'll put in your name if you wish it," said the lawyer, "or alter it
in any way you like, so that they be not made to eat too much dirt."

"I do not want them to alter it," said the Doctor, sitting thoughtfully.
"Their eating dirt will do no good to me. They are nothing to me. It is
the Bishop." Then, as though he were not thinking of what he did, he tore
the paper and threw the fragments down on the floor. "They are nothing to
me."

"You will not accept their apology?" said the lawyer.

"Oh yes;--or rather, it is unnecessary. You may t