“Very much so, very,—there’s Betsy Jane (my wife) who is indefatigable in visiting the poor and in attending the schools.”
“How many Bishops are there in Britain?”
“Twenty-eight, besides a few stragglers from the colonies come home to beg, or who have relinquished their sees to take Simeonite-trust livings.”
“You seemed not to understand the sacerdotal vestments,” said Laurence, “have you no distinguishing marks of a priest in your remote land?”
“Distinguishing marks. Oh, of course!”
“What may they be?” he asked.
“Why, let me see—collars.”
“Yes.”
“Whiskers.”
“Yes.”