I've troubles of my own.
(Walks back in the hall)
Second Stranger.
We were together in the Legislature.
Bishop Hardbrooke.
(Stopping near the door, forward right, as if for a final word)
Speaking of Egerton, some years ago
I saw that statue in the New York harbor,
The sea mists blown about it, now the head
And now an outflash of tremendous bronze
About the waist. 'Is that the thing,' said I,
'They talk so much about?' Next day 'twas clear.
First Stranger.
Looked very different.
Bishop Hardbrooke.