"When one hears of such things
described so graphically as Mr. Robarts now tells it, one can hardly
help laughing. But it would give me great pain to see the wife of one
of our bishops place herself in such a situation. For he is a bishop
after all."
"Well, upon my word, my lady, I agree with Meredith," said Lord
Lufton. "It must have been good fun. As it did happen, you know,--as
the Church was doomed to the disgrace,--I should like to have heard
it."
"I know you would have been shocked, Ludovic."
"I should have got over that in time, mother. It would have been like
a bull-fight, I suppose--horrible to see, no doubt, but extremely
interesting. And Harold Smith, Mark; what did he do all the while?"
"It didn't take so very long, you know," said Robarts.
"And the poor bishop," said Lady Meredith; "how did he look? I really
do pity him."
"Well, he was asleep, I think."
"What, slept through it all?" said Sir George.
"It awakened him; and then he jumped up and said something."
"What, out loud, too?"
"Only one word, or so."
"What a disgraceful scene!" said Lady Lufton. "To those who remember
the good old man who was in the diocese before him it is perfectly
shocking. He confirmed you, Ludovic, and you ought to remember
him.
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