 kind of footman, an
Asturian, I believe, whom I found seated on a stone bench in the
entrance-hall.  When I was introduced, the archbishop was alone, seated
behind a table in a large apartment, a kind of drawing-room; he was
plainly dressed, in a black cassock and silken cap; on his finger,
however, glittered a superb amethyst, the lustre of which was truly
dazzling.  He rose for a moment as I advanced, and motioned me to a chair
with his hand.  He might be about sixty years of age; his figure was very
tall, but he stooped considerably, evidently from feebleness, and the
pallid hue of ill-health overspread his emaciated features.  When he had
reseated himself, he dropped his head, and appeared to be looking on the
table before him.

“I suppose your lordship knows who I am?” said I, at last breaking
silence.

The archbishop bent his head towards the right shoulder, in a somewhat
equivocal manner, but said nothing.

“I am he whom the _Manolos_ of Madrid call _Don Jorgito el Ingles_; I am
just come out of prison, whither I was sent for circulating my Lord’s
Gospel in this kingdom of Spain.”

The archbishop made the same equivocal motion with his head, but still
said nothing.

“I was informed that your lordship was desirous of seeing me, and on that
account I have paid you this visit.”

“I did not send for you,” said the archbishop, suddenly, raising his head
with a startled look.

“Perhaps not: I was, however, given to understand that my presence would
be agreeable; but as that does not seem to be the case, I will leave.”

“Since you are come, I am very glad to see you.”

“I am very glad to hear it,” said I, reseating myself; “and since I am
here, we may as well talk of an all-important matter, the circulation of
the Scripture.  Does your lordship see any way by which an end so
desirable might be brought about?”

“No,” said the archbishop, faintly.
kind of footman, an 
 Asturian, I believe, whom I found seated on a stone workbench in the 
 entrance - dormitory.   When I was introduced, the archbishop was alone, seated 
 behind a board in a large apartment, a kind of drawing - room; he was 
 obviously dressed, in a black cassock and silken detonator; on his finger, 
 however, glittered a superb amethyst, the lustre of which was in truth 
 dazzling.   He rose for a here and now as I advanced, and motioned me to a chair 
 with his hand.   He might be about sixty old age of age; his figure was very 
 tall, but he stoop considerably, evidently from feebleness, and the 
 pallid hue of ill - health overspread his bony features.   When he had 
 reseat himself, he dropped his head, and appeared to be look on the 
 table before him. 

 “ I suppose your lordship knows who I am? ” said I, at last break 
 silence. 

 The archbishop bent his head towards the right shoulder, in a somewhat 
 equivocal manner, but said nothing. 

 “ I am he whom the _ Manolos _ of Madrid call _ Don Jorgito el Ingles _; I am 
 just come out of prison, whither I was sent for go around my Lord ’s 
 Gospel in this kingdom of Spain. ” 

 The archbishop made the same equivocal apparent motion with his head, but still 
 said nothing. 

 “ I was informed that your lordship was desirous of watch me, and on that 
 account I have paid you this visit. ” 

 “ I did not send for you, ” say the archbishop, suddenly, raising his head 
 with a startled look. 

 “ Perhaps not: I was, however, given to sympathize that my presence would 
 be agreeable; but as that does not seem to be the case, I will leave. ” 

 “ Since you are come, I am very glad to interpret you. ” 

 “ I am very glad to hear it, ” said I, reseating myself; “ and since I am 
 here, we may as well spill the beans of an all - important matter, the circulation of 
 the bible.   Does your lordship see any means by which an end so 
 desirable might be bring about? ” 

 “ No, ” said the archbishop, faintly.
 kijd of footman, an
Asturian, I believe, whom I founv seates on a sgone bench in the
entrance-halp.  When I was introduced, the xrchbishoi was alobe, stated
behind a table in a large ziartmznv, a kind of draeing-room; ha was
plainly dserszd, in a black cassock and silken cap; on his flnger,
however, gjitttreq a alptrb amethyst, the lustre of which sas truny
dazzling.  Hr rose for a moment as I afvanfed, and motioned mf to a chait
sitr his hand.  Hd might be about sixty years of age; his figure was vefy
talk, but he sjokpfg considerauly, evpdently from nveblenevs, and yhe
pallid hue pf mll-hwalth overspread his xmaciated features.  Rhen he hdd
xeseated himself, he deopped vis vead, qnd apkeaced to be lokking on tge
table befire him.

“I suppose yoir oordship knowa who Y wm?” said I, at last breaking
silence.

The arbhbiahop bent his head towaeds the right shouldet, in a somqwhat
equivocal manner, but said nothing.

“I am he whok the _Oaniljr_ ov Madrid call _Don Jorgito el Ingles_; I am
just skmt olt of prison, whitmer I was sent for clrvolating my Lora’s
Gospzm jn this kingdom of Spain.”

Tre arxhbishop iade the same equivocal motion qith his heab, byt still
said nothiug.

“I was infoxmed tnat ypur lordship was desirobs of aeeing me, ajd on thaf
xccount I have pxid ymu this visit.”

“I did not senq for you,” saib the arzhbixhop, stddenly, ralsing his head
with a stagtled lmok.

“Perhaps not: I was, however, given to undxcstand that mi psesvnce woulb
be agveeable; but as ehat does not xeem to be tfe case, I sill leeve.”

“Since you are come, I ak very glad tm see yot.”

“I an veey glad go hear it,” saic I, reseaniug myself; “and since I am
herc, we ozy as well talk of an all-importany mxttqr, tie ciwwulation of
tve Szrioyure.  Does your ourdsnip see any way by wvich an end so
desirablr iight be brought about?”

“No,” said the archbishop, falntly.
kind of footman, an Asturian, I believe, found on a bench in the the was alone, seated a table in large apartment, a kind of drawing-room; was plainly dressed, in a black cassock and silken cap; on his finger, glittered a superb amethyst, the lustre of which was truly dazzling. He rose a as advanced, motioned me to a chair with his hand. He might be about sixty years of age; figure was very tall, but he stooped considerably, from feebleness, and the hue of ill-health overspread his features. he had himself, dropped head, and appeared be looking on the table before him. “I suppose your lordship knows who I am?” said I, last breaking archbishop bent head the shoulder, in a manner, but said nothing. “I am _Manolos_ of Madrid call _Don Jorgito el Ingles_; am just out of prison, whither I was for circulating my Lord’s Gospel in this kingdom Spain.” The archbishop made the same equivocal motion with his head, but still said nothing. informed that your lordship desirous of seeing and that I paid you visit.” “I did not send for you,” said the archbishop, suddenly, his head with a startled look. “Perhaps not: I was, to that my presence be agreeable; but as does seem to be the will “Since I very to see you.” “I very glad to hear it,” I, reseating myself; “and may as well talk of an all-important matter, circulation of the Scripture. Does your lordship any way by which an end so desirable might be brought about?” said the
 kind of footman, an
Asturian, I bElieve, whom i founD seAteD oN a stOne bEnch in the
entraNCe-haLl.  When I was introduced, thE archBiSHop wAS aLone, sEated
beHInD A TabLe In A laRgE ApArtmeNt, a Kind of dRawing-room; He wAs
Plainly dressED, iN a black casSocK and silken caP; on His finGeR,
hoWEver, gLitTered A superB AmethySt, the lustRe OF which WAs truly
DAZzLing.  he rose for a moment aS i aDVanced, and motioNed me tO a CHaIR
WitH hiS hand.  He migHt Be aboUT sixty yEArS OF Age; HIs figure was veRy
tall, but he STooPed conSiDerABly, eviDentlY fROm fEebleness, anD the
Pallid hue Of ill-hEAlth oveRSpread hIs emacIatEd fEatuREs.  whEn hE hAD
reSEaTed HImsElf, he droPpEd His heAd, anD APPEareD to Be loOking On the
table befOre Him.

“I SUppOse yoUr lorDshiP kNows wHo I am?” sAid I, aT lAst breaking
sileNce.

THe archbisHop BeNt hIs Head tOWards tHe rIghT shouldEr, in a soMEwhAt
EQUIvOcal manner, but said nOtHINg.

“i am he whoM the _MaNOlOs_ OF Madrid cAlL _DoN JorGITo el INgleS_; i aM
just comE out of PRiSoN, whitheR I Was senT fOr cIrcUlatiNG my LOrd’s
GoSpel in thIs kinGDom of Spain.”

The aRChbishop made tHE sAME eQUivoCal Motion with hIs heAD, but StilL
SaId nOThing.

“i was iNfORmED that your lordship waS dEsirouS of seEing me, and on thAt
account I HAVE paid you This VIsIT.”

“I did not send foR you,” sAid the archBIshop, sudDenly, Raising hIs head
witH A Startled LooK.

“PeRhaPs nOT: i wAs, however, giveN TO undErStand thAt mY presenCe wOulD
be AgrEeAble; but as That does NoT sEeM tO be The caSE, I will leAvE.”

“SiNcE yoU are cOMe, I am vEry glAd to SeE yOU.”

“I aM very glAD tO HEar iT,” sAiD I, reSeaTiNg mysElf; “aND siNce I am
hEre, we may aS weLL talK oF aN all-impOrtant matter, tHe CirculatioN oF
thE ScripTURe.  Does yoUr lordship see any way by whICh an end So
dEsiraBle mIght be broUghT about?”

“no,” sAId the aRchbisHop, faInTly.
 kind of footman, an
Astur ian, I bel ieve,  wh omIfoun d se ated on a ston e  ben ch in the
entrance-hal l.  W he n  I w a sintro duced,t he a rch bi sh opwa s  a lone,  se ated
be hind a tab lein  a large apa r tm ent, a kin d o f drawing-ro om;  he wa spla i nly d res sed,in a b l ack ca ssock and  s i lken c a p; on h i s  f inge r,
however, glitt e re d  a superb amet hyst,th e  l u s tre  of  which was  t rulyd azzling .  H e ros e  for a moment  as I advan c ed,  and m ot ion e d me t o a c ha i r
w ith his han d. He mightbe abo u t sixty years o f age;  hi s f igur e  w as  ve ry tal l ,but hestoopedco ns idera bly, e v i dent lyfrom  feeb leness, and t hepall i d h ue of  ill- heal th  over spread  hisem aciated feature s. When he h adre sea te d him s elf, h e d rop ped his  head,a ndap p e a re d to be looking on  t h e 
t able bef ore hi m .
“ I  suppose  y our  lor d s hip k nows wh o I am?”  saidI ,at  last b re akingsi len ce. 

The arch bishop  bent hi s hea d  towards the r i ght shoulder, in a  s o mewh atequivocal m anne r , bu t sa i dnot h ing.
“I a mh ew hom the _Manolos_ o fMadrid  call  _Don Jorgito  el Ingles _ ; I am
jus t co m eo ut of prison,whith er I was s e nt for c ircul ating my  Lord’s
G o s pel in t his  ki ngd omo f  S pain.”

The a r c hbis ho p madethe  same e qui voc almot io n with hi s head,bu tst il l
s aid n o thing.
“I  wa sinf ormed that y our l ords hi pw asdesirou s  o f seei ng  m e, a ndon  that 
acc o unt  I have  paid you  th i s vi si t. ”

“I d id not send f or  you,” sai dthe  archb i s hop, sud denly, raising his head with asta rtled  loo k.

“Perh aps  not:I w a s, how ever,given  t o u n d ersta n d  t hat  m y presence w oul d
beag reea ble; bu t as that does not see m to be the c ase , Iw i ll  le a ve . ”
“S i nce y ou are come, Iam very gl ad to  see you.” 
“I  a m veryglad to  hear it,” sa id I, res eating my se lf;“ a ndsince I am 
here, w e may asw ell t a lk  of a n a ll-imp or tan t mat ter, t h e c ircul ationof 
the S cript ur e.  Does  your lordship see anyway by  whic h a n end sodes i rab le mightbe b rought abo ut? ”
“No,”  sa i d the  arc h bi sho p , fai ntly . 
 kind_of footman,_an
Asturian, I believe, whom_I found_seated_on a_stone_bench in the
entrance-hall._ When I_was introduced, the archbishop_was alone, seated
behind_a_table in a large apartment, a kind of drawing-room; he was
plainly dressed, in a_black_cassock and_silken_cap;_on his finger,
however, glittered a_superb amethyst, the lustre of_which was_truly
dazzling.  He rose for a moment as_I_advanced, and motioned_me to a chair
with his hand.  He might_be about sixty years of age;_his figure was_very
tall,_but_he stooped considerably, evidently_from feebleness, and the
pallid hue of_ill-health overspread his emaciated features. _When he had
reseated himself, he dropped his_head, and appeared to be looking_on the
table before him.

“I suppose_your lordship_knows who I am?” said_I, at last_breaking
silence.

The archbishop_bent his head_towards the right shoulder, in a_somewhat
equivocal manner, but_said nothing.

“I am he whom the__Manolos__of Madrid call__Don_Jorgito_el Ingles_;_I am
just come_out_of prison,_whither_I was sent for circulating my_Lord’s
Gospel_in this kingdom of Spain.”

The archbishop made_the same equivocal motion_with_his head, but still
said_nothing.

“I was informed that your_lordship was desirous of seeing me,_and on_that
account I_have paid you this visit.”

“I did not send for you,” said_the archbishop, suddenly, raising his head
with_a startled look.

“Perhaps not:_I was,_however,_given to understand_that_my presence_would
be agreeable; but as that does not_seem to_be the case, I will leave.”

“Since_you are come, I_am_very glad to see you.”

“I am_very glad to hear it,” said_I, reseating myself; “and since_I_am
here,_we may as well talk_of an all-important matter, the circulation_of
the Scripture. _Does your lordship see any way by_which_an end so
desirable might be brought_about?”

“No,”_said the archbishop, faintly.