“The first thing I began to read again,” said Mrs. Garstein Fellows, “—I'm not saying it for your sake, Bishop—was the Bible.”
“I went to the Bible,” said Bent as if he was surprised.
“I've heard that before,” said Ridgeway Kelso, in that slightly explosive manner of his. “All sorts of people who don't usually read the Bible—”
“But Mr. Kelso!” protested their hostess with raised eyebrows.
“I was thinking of Bent. But anyhow there's been a great wave of seriousness, a sudden turning to religion and religious things. I don't know if it comes your way, Bishop....”
“I've had no rows of penitents yet.”
“We may be coming,” said Hoppart.
He turned sideways to face the bishop. “I think we should be coming if—if it wasn't for old entangled difficulties. I don't know if you will mind my saying it to you, but....”
The bishop returned his frank glance. “I'd like to know above all things,” he said. “If Mrs. Garstein Fellow will permit us. It's my business to know.”
“We all want to know,” said Lady Sunderbund, speaking from the low chair on the other side of the fireplace. There was a vibration in her voice and a sudden gleam of enthusiasm in her face. “Why shouldn't people talk se'iously sometimes?”