Bishop.
[Uneasily.] The People’s Library at——?
Sir Fletcher.
Stockwell. To-day I have only to add—may that pillar never grow faint nor weary; may its[its] back remain equal to the burden imposed upon it; may it continue to plough the stormy seas of scepticism and agnosticism!
Bishop.
[Helplessly.] Er-r—who is it?
Mrs. Cloys.
My brother Fletcher.
Bishop.
Ah, how do you do?