The soul of a bishop

by H. G. Wells

“Worries.”

“That Chasters case?”

“Things developing out of that. I must tell you later.” It would be, he felt, a good way of breaking the matter to her.

“Is the Chasters case coming on again, Daddy?” asked Eleanor.

He nodded.

“It's a pity,” she said.

“What?

“That he can't be left alone.”

“It's Sir Reginald Phipps. The Church would be much more tolerant if it wasn't for the House of Laymen. But they—they feel they must do something.”

He seized the opportunity of the music ceasing to get away from the subject. “Miriam dear,” he asked, raising his voice; “is that 109 or 111? I can never tell.”