The readiness of her Professors to learn even from those who at first sight may seem least able to instruct them—­the gentleness with which they correct an opponent if they feel it incumbent upon them to do so, the promptitude with which they acknowledge error when it is pointed out to them and quit a position no matter how deeply they have been committed to it, at the first moment in which they see that they cannot hold it righteously, their delicate sense of honour, their utter immunity from what the Sunchild used to call log-rolling or intrigue, the scorn with which they regard anything like hitting below the belt—­these I believe I may truly say are the virtues for which Bridgeford is pre-eminently renowned.”

The Professor went on to say a great deal more about the fitness of Bridgeford and the Musical Bank managers for the task imposed on them by the Sunchild, but here my father’s attention flagged—­nor, on looking at the verbatim report of the sermon that appeared next morning in the leading Sunch’ston journal, do I see reason to reproduce Hanky’s words on this head.  It was all to shew that there had been no possibility of mistake.

Meanwhile George was writing on a scrap of paper as though he was taking notes of the sermon.  Presently he slipped this into my father’s hand.  It ran:-

“You see those vergers standing near my brothers, who gave up their seats to us.  Hanky tried to goad you into speaking that they might arrest you, and get you into the Bank prisons.  If you fall into their hands you are lost.  I must arrest you instantly on a charge of poaching on the King’s preserves, and make you my prisoner.  Let those vergers catch sight of the warrant which I shall now give you.  Read it and return it to me.  Come with me quietly after service.  I think you had better not reveal yourself at all.”

As soon as he had given my father time to read the foregoing, George took a warrant out of his pocket.  My father pretended to read it and returned it.  George then laid his hand on his shoulder, and in an undertone arrested him.  He then wrote on another scrap of paper and passed it on to the elder of his two brothers.  It was to the effect that he had now arrested my father, and that if the vergers attempted in any way to interfere between him and his prisoner, his brothers were to arrest both of them, which, as special constables, they had power to do.

Yram had noted Hanky’s attempt to goad my father, and had not been prepared for his stealing a march upon her by trying to get my father arrested by Musical Bank officials, rather than by her son.  On the preceding evening this last plan had been arranged on; and she knew nothing of the note that Hanky had sent an hour or two later to the Manager of the temple—­the substance of which the reader can sufficiently guess.  When she had heard Hanky’s words and saw the vergers, she was for a few minutes seriously alarmed, but she was reassured when she saw George give my father the warrant, and her two sons evidently explaining the position to the vergers.