just what to do, Saunders. You see, I happen to love her."

"But what about the other man?"

"Well, Saunders, I find it very hard to believe that."

"Griffin," said Saunders, "I've told you a lot, because I know you are
a gentleman, and because you have a right to know. I make only one
request of you: please don't speak of this."

"I appreciate the confidence, Saunders. My word is given."

"Think this thing over, Griffin. You're the right stuff. I don't
blame you for wanting her. You know better than I if she's right, and
if you ever can have her."

Mark went back to his room. On his table lay a note. He opened it and
read:


"My dear Mark: The Bishop is coming this morning to confirm the little
class of tots who received their First Holy Communion last Sunday. His
Lordship is a charming man. I'm sure you would like to meet him. Come
up and take dinner with us at noon. He leaves on the three o'clock
train. Better be at the rectory at eleven thirty.
Sincerely,
Donald Murray."