At this moment Miss Matilda entered the room.
"What are you talking about, Josephus?" she demanded, assuming a domination of which she felt by no means sure. "Did I hear you mention that hussy's name?"
"I was speaking," said the Bishop, "of Miss Arminster. Cecil tells me she's to marry Mr. Spotts."
"That's impossible," snapped Miss Matilda.
"What do you mean?" asked her brother.
"I mean what I say. While you were shamelessly gallivanting down the Channel, I went over to the little church near the ruined abbey which you visited the day you met Mr. Marchmont, and there I found a record of the marriage, in 1895, of this person who calls herself Miss Arminster, and I say she can't marry Mr. Spotts."
"Why not?"
"Because she's married to him already!"