Clark, getting up hastily, advanced to meet him. There were only three people in the world he would have cared to see at that moment, and here was one of them.
"Come in and sit down, sir. This is very good of you."
"It took me two hours to get here," said the big man, breathing a little hard. "It's rather difficult traveling to-day."
Clark stared at him. He had always thought of the bishop as an exemplar of peace, but he had arrived almost on the tail of the riot.
"I only reached town a short time ago," the visitor was smiling cheerfully, "and heard about the trouble. Now that I'm safely here, I'll only stay a minute."
Clark shook his head. "You are very welcome, sir."
The bishop nodded contentedly. "I just wanted to express my sympathy with your present anxiety, and my belief that everything will come all right."
"You do believe that?"
"Unquestionably. Such efforts as yours are not foredoomed. I see you, too, are of my opinion."
"I have to be," said Clark reflectively.