(Laughter)
A Voice.
But ghosts of trees?
(General laughter)
Bishop Hardbrooke.
That, I admit, is rare.
(Mrs. Egerton, who, since the ringing of the telephone bell, has shown an increasing anxiety as to the message that has come, unable longer to contain herself, comes hurriedly forward through the people)
Bishop Hardbrooke.
Don't let us scare you, sister Egerton.
(Laughter. The people turn just in time to see Governor Braddock, General Chadbourne, and Ralph Ardsley with overcoats on and hats in their hands, stealing across to get out forward right. Mrs. Egerton hurries into the room from which they came)