his Grace to accord him the favour of an inter-
view.  His Grace thought the occasion insuffi-
cient ;  he suggested that a note in the Society col-
umn would meet all demands. 
The reporter reminded him of the system of 
payment by the line.  “ I am myself paid so much a 
lie ! ” retorted the cleric, witty even after such a 
night as he had spent.  “ But I see your point ! ” di-
recting a sly glance at the newsman’s disordered toi-
let.  “ May I order you a closed fly ? ” he added with 
a twinkle.  But the reporter was hard at work 
scribbling down these scintillations in short hand. 
“ One must live,” said the Daily M . . . er, look-
ing up. 
“ I do not see the necessity ” retorted the other, 
straining after originality. 
“ But ” — a pleasanter glance overspread his 
face, and lit his kindly grey eyes, for his own wit 
kept him in almost perpetual good humour — “ let 
us say nothing of all this but what gentlemen should 
say.  I might find it hard to explain the lady’s respi-
ratory apparatus, but she could hardly account for 
the condition of her gigg and gut-end.” 
“ A jammy proposition ! ” acquiesced the venal 
newsman.  “ A pretty spunky, turdy, mess ! ” 
“ De mortuis nil nisi bonum ! ” insinuated the 
tempter. 
The reporter hesitated. 
“ Tuam nasam in meum anum immite ! ” laughed 
the Archbishop, and the pressman, like Messrs.  
Pond and Morrell in Gilbert’s ballad, was con-
vinced. 
“ I will make it worth your while,” added the wily 
ecclesiastic.  “ You shall take down in that clever 
shorthand of yours the true story of my life.  Mr 
N.ch.ls will buy the book and cheat you out of the 
money ;  so there’s fame and fortune at a stroke.  
Put away John Thomas now ;  permit me, pray ! —
 Yes, a fine long battering-piece, with a nice hard 
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