Asking, him to come to me at once.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Will he do so?
Mrs. Cloys.
The bishop is goodness and compliance personified. He left St. Olpherts at ten o’clock this morning; he is here.
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Here!
Mrs. Emptage.
I shall be ashamed to meet him; after my sleepless night my face is so dreadfully lined——!
Mrs. Cloys.