Boodels (whose headache has entirely disappeared). Ah, the Rector perhaps. There are two Churches here, and he has two Curates.
Miss Bella (frowningly). He preached in black.
Milburd. It is the Rector. It's what they call ‘Low Sunday’ here.
Chilvern. What's that?
Madame. Not Low Sunday with us; that is after Easter Day.
Medford (explaining). Ah yes, Boodels refers to the tone of their Churchmanship. The Rector is Broad Church, Mr. Marveloe, the senior Curate, is High Church, and Mr. Alpely, the junior Curate, is Low. This just suits the parishioners, and they take it turn and turn about at the two Churches, the Rector doing duty at both, accommodating himself to either view as the case may be. One Sunday they're high, another they're low, and the other Church is vice versâ.
Miss Adelaide. To-day it was the duett of parson and clerk.
Miss Bella. Oh, horrid! I'd rather stop at home than hear that. Why at S. Phillips at home we have vestments, and incense, and everything is done so well.
Miss Medford (quietly). Well, I'd just as soon go to one as another. May I trouble you for the salt, Signor Regniati?
Signor. My Jo! If zey do not preach I vould go—