Theophila.
[Coming to Mrs. Emptage, and kissing her.] Mother——
[Mrs. Emptage kisses her hastily and, bustles over to the Bishop.
Mrs. Emptage.
Ah, Bishop, I can hardly hope you’ll recollect me.
Bishop.
[Vaguely.] Yes, yes, yes.
Mrs. Emptage.
[With a simper.] Muriel, you know.
Bishop.