"The architect raised the brim of his hat to me, bowed servilely, and left.
"'Short or long?'
"I said I would take a short drink.
"'A brandy sour?'
"'A 'brandy sour' will suit me.'
"He kept his eye for a moment on the bar-tender, who began to bustle around with the bottles and glasses; then turned upon me.
"'Now, then.'
"'About the Bishop, as you call him?'
"He nodded.
"'Well, you're not to tell him so; but he's going to die.'