With a courtly bow he left us.
"And do you know the sequel to Thornton's story?" asked Fortescue with a smile.
We looked expectantly at him.
"Why, he married the girl," explained Fortescue. "You see, he had to go back to her house for his wrench. One always does."
"Of course," we exclaimed.
"In fact he went three times; and the last time he asked the girl to marry him and she said 'yes.' He took her out of her surroundings[**missing comma?] had her educated at a cooking school, and had her given lessons on the parlour organ. She's Mrs. Thornton now."
"And the Bishop?" asked some one.
"Oh, Thornton looked after him. He got him a position heating furnaces in the synagogues. He worked at it till he died a few years ago. They say that once he got the trick of it he took the greatest delight in it. Well, I must go too. Good night."