The Bishop turned out to be much more liberal
and evangelical in his views than the clergyman under visitation. On
Sunday, there was a confirmation service, and, on the following Monday,
St. Cuthbert's put on its festal robes once more. Mr. Douglas and Mr.
Errol stood by Mr. Perrowne, and Miss Graves and Miss Carmichael by Miss
Fanny, whom the doctor gave away in person. The Bishop did his duty
well, and afterwards honoured the wedding breakfast with his presence.
The sight of his diocesan kept Mr. Perrowne in order, and devolved the
jocularity on the Squire and the doctor. Mr. Terry was at home with
Coristine, describing the ceremony; and somebody at the Halbert's
hospitable table was longing for a chance to replace him. This, however,
she could not effect without its being noticed. The examining chaplain
fell foul of Mr. Errol by remarking that, when Scotch Presbyterians came
into the church, they generally did well, both in England and in Canada,
several of them having risen to the episcopate. "That minds me,"
answered the minister, intentionally putting on his broad Scotch, "that
minds me o' Jockey Strachan, that was Bishop o' Toronto.
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