Mrs. R. Haslam. Is it not? He knows more about my books than I do myself, far more.
Bishop. Touching. (Rising.) I must go—reluctantly. Now what time shall we say for to-morrow morning? I am absolutely at your disposal.
Mrs. R. Haslam. But do we understand that you mean to conduct the ceremony in person?
Bishop. I do. I wish particularly to show by my presence at the altar my sense of what complete reparation is due to you—due to you all.
Mrs. R. Haslam. I think we had better consult Flora herself. (Rings bell.) As you know, my original intention was that you should be asked to preside at the ceremony. But the young people insisted on a simple curate—doubtless from modesty, my dear Bishop.... Would that I had been firm in the first instance!
(Enter Cuthbert, back.)
Mrs. R. Haslam. Is Mrs. Lloyd in the drawing-room?
Cuthbert. Yes, ma'am.
Mrs. R. Haslam. With Mr. Cedric?