(Bishop Hardbrooke and a fellow-townsman, each with a man who is evidently a stranger, come slowly forward)
Bishop Hardbrooke.
Isn't there aspiration in all this,
(Indicating the house)
A reaching out toward God, and a love, too,
Of all that God hath made?
Fellow-Townsman.
The river there.
Ralph Ardsley.
The walls will be here when the wine is gone.