Hoping they were not too late for the wedding, the throngs clapped furiously. Even at marriages there are encore fiends.
"How do you do, my child?" inquired the Bishop, with a tolerant smile.
"Please turn around, Bishop!" shrieked the Journal artist. He was paid by the portrait.
The Bishop did so, smiled benignantly, saw the shutter open and close, and then said, deprecatingly:
"I do not wish my picture taken, sir."
"No, sir. Will you give us another shot, Bishop?"
The reverend gentleman waited a moment and then shook his head and turned his back rebukingly on the photographers, who a second time had not respected his wishes.
"Such is fame, Bishop Phillipson," Grace told him, with a smile.
"Reflected greatness, rather," said the Bishop, with his courtly kindliness.
"It's an infernal outrage!" came in a husky voice from the house.