“But, mamma,” said Griselda, in a moment of unwatched intercourse between the mother and daughter, “is it really true that they are going to make papa a bishop?”
“We can tell nothing as yet, my dear. People in the world are talking about it. Your papa has been a good deal with Lord De Terrier.”
“And isn’t he prime minister?”
“Oh, yes; I am happy to say that he is.”
“I thought the prime minister could make any one a bishop that he chooses,—any clergyman, that is.”
“But there is no see vacant,” said Mrs. Grantly.
“Then there isn’t any chance,” said Griselda, looking very glum.
“They are going to have an Act of Parliament for making two more bishops. That’s what they are talking about at least. And if they do—”
“Papa will be Bishop of Westminster—won’t he? And we shall live in London?”
“But you must not talk about it, my dear.”