He had been perturbed
all day on account of the Duchess who now threatened to join the
Moravian Brotherhood; she was so annoyed about a little thing which had
happened. He did not quite believe it, of course; but, like a
well-trained priest, took nothing for granted and was prepared for
every emergency where ladies are concerned.
"Just one glass!" said Keith.
"Let me drink to your health ere we part," added the bishop. "I am
sorry to leave you. Our friendship will endure. We meet in September,
during the vintage season. Keith has been talking to me. I am as wax in
his hands. Your smile, Don Francesco, will follow me across the ocean.
Just one glass!"
"Ah, well!" said the priest. "The next best thing to leading others
astray is to be led astray oneself."
He gulped down a couple of tumblers and dutifully took his leave,
turning round, as he reached the staircase, to make a playful gesture
of benediction towards the assembled company.
"Don't leave your bottle half empty," Keith called after him,
imploringly.
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