THE Bishop was renowned for his suave and courtly manners, his charming voice, and the subtle precision of its modulations ...

At one of his luncheon-parties he was specially kind to a country clergyman's wife, who knew none of the company, and he took her out on a terrace in order to show her the view—a view of the sea shut in by the crags of a small cove. `Ah, my lord,' gasped the lady, `it reminds one so much of Switzerland.' `Precisely,' said the Bishop, `except that there we have the mountains without the sea, and here we have the sea without the mountains.'