It was the first time he had ever spoken to her in tones of authority, and his sister, not believing her ears, returned to the charge.
"And as for that shameless minx—" she continued; but his Lordship again interrupted, remarking severely:
"Matilda, go to bed instantly!"
But the spinster was not yet defeated.
"Josephus!" she began, in her most approved style.
"Go to bed!" repeated the Bishop sharply.
For one moment she wavered. Then, realising that under the present conditions resistance was worse than useless, she turned slowly upon her heel, and marched upstairs with the air of a martyr going to the stake.
"You were right," said his Lordship moodily, as he disposed of the last piece of pie-crust.
"Right about what?" asked Violet.