can only watch out for them and help them.”

“James, he has been drunk twice!”

“Yes, yes, Betty, my little tempest, and if he gets drunk twice more, and twice more, she will still forgive him until seventy times seven. We must make her see that unless he keeps his promise to her, she must give him up.”

“Of course. I suppose that’s all we can do. I — don’t know what you’ll think of me, Doctor Thryng; I’m a dreadful scold. If James were not an angel — ”

“It’s perfectly delicious. I would rather hear you scold than — ”

“Than hear James preach,” laughed the bishop. “I agree with you.”