Rowley, can cite Scripture to his purpose."
"In the last letter I wrote to your lordship about the services at St.
Agnes' I particularly mentioned our children's Eucharist."
"Did you, Mr. Rowley, did you? I had quite forgotten that."
Father Rowley turned to Mark for verification.
"Oh, if Mr. Rowley remembers that he did write, there is no need to call
witnesses. I have had to complain a good deal of him, but I have never
had to complain of his frankness. It must be my fault, but I certainly
hadn't understood that there was definitely a children's Eucharist. This
then, I fancy, must be the service at which those three ladies
complained of your treatment of them."
"What three ladies?" asked the priest.
"Dear me, I'm growing very unbusinesslike, I'm afraid. I thought I had
enclosed you a copy of their letter to me when I wrote to invite an
explanation of your high-handed action."
The Bishop sighed. The details of these ecclesiastical squabbles
distracted him at a time when he should soon leave this fretful earth
behind him. He continued wearily:
"These were the three ladies who were refused communion by you at, as I
understood, the mid-day Celebration, which now turns out to be what you
call the children's Eucharist.
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