"Thank you, yes. Well, Mr. Dremmel? Don't interrupt him, Bishop, he's most interesting."
"—on the results," continued Herr Dremmel to the Bishop, "of your autumnal activities. This blaze of flowers is sufficient witness to the devotion, the assiduity—"
"You don't suppose he did it himself, do you?" said the Duchess.
"And your costume, sir," said Herr Dremmel, concentrated on the Bishop and earnestly desiring to please, "suggests a quite particular and familiar interest in what this lady rightly calls the things really worth knowing."
"But he can't help wearing that," said the Duchess.
Again Herr Dremmel, and with some impatience, waved her aside.
"It is a costume most appropriate in a garden," he continued. "Even the gaiters are horticultural, and the apron is pleasantly reminiscent of the innocence of our first parents. So Adam might have dressed—"
"Oh, but you must come to Coops!" cried the Duchess. "Bishop, he's to come back with me."
"Sir," said Herr Dremmel with something of severity, for he was beginning to consider the Duchess forward, "is this lady Mrs. Bishop?"
"Oh, oh!" screamed the Duchess, while Herr Dremmel watched her disapprovingly and the Bishop struggled not to seize him by the throat.