[Taking her hand.] Mrs. Emptage——!
Mrs. Emptage.
Don’t tell me; I know I’m altered.
Bishop.
Ah, years pass over us.
Mrs. Emptage.
It isn’t that—but I had no sleep last night.
[Sir Fletcher advances, and grasps the Bishop’s hand.
Sir Fletcher.
I remember years ago, at the opening of the People’s Library at Stockwell, describing Dr. Cloys as one of the stoutest pillars of our Church——