Röst. Delightful weather! I cannot in the least understand how it is that I—. (The BISHOP brings a chair forward for him.) Oh, please don't trouble, my lord! Allow me.
Mrs. Röst. My husband must have caught cold. (RÖST sits down.)
Cornelia. It certainly was draughty in church last night.
Röst. But we sat in the corner farthest from the door.
Mrs. Röst. We sat in the corner farthest from the door. That was why we were not able to bid your lordship good evening afterwards.
Bishop. There was such a crowd.
Röst, Mrs. Röst, and Cornelia. Such a crowd!
Mrs. Röst. These services must be a great help in your lordship's labours.
Röst. Yes, every one says that.
Bishop. Yes, if only the result were something a little more practical. We live in sad times.