"Oh, it isn't that," he answered. "Only I was wondering—"
"What the Bishop would say?" she asked, looking at him with a roguish smile. "Well, why not take him at his word and find out."
"By Jove!" he exclaimed. "I will! I believe you've hit on the very best possible solution of our difficulty. The episcopal palace at Blanford is absolutely the last place in the world where any one would think of looking for a political conspirator, and, by some freak of fortune, the police are entirely ignorant that I'm in any way connected with your flight."
"Good! then it's settled!" she cried. "And we'll all accompany you."
"Ye-es, only the governor wouldn't go within a hundred yards of a theatre, and my aunt calls actors children of—I forget whom—some one in the Old Testament."
"Belial," suggested Miss Arminster.
"That's it. How did you know?"
"You forget," she said, "I was brought up in a convent."
"It'll never do," he continued, "for them to suspect who you really are."
"Are we not actors?"