“What has gone wrong, Henry?”

“It was only that I wanted to give Westbury a Christmas present, and Westbury would not have it.”

“Who, pray, had the right to say so?”

“Newbold.”

“Newbold! He! What rights has he in Westbury, may I ask?”

The Bishop’s glance was startled and penetrating, “Has he none, Lucy?”

She caught back her words sharply, saying merely, “No right to hurt you, Henry, that is all. But tell me about the Christmas present to Westbury. It is some new philanthropic scheme of yours, I suppose. Tell me about it, for you know you might offer your Christmas present to me. Try whether I’ll take it, if I am Westbury.”

As before, he knocked, all eager, and again opening doors flashed ruddy on the night
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His face broke aflame, “You will?” he cried, “I believe that you can!”