The Bishop blushed. "It is quite true, my boy. I ought to have thought of that before. I am uncommonly hungry myself," he said, looking in every pocket for the biscuits Fräulein had forced into his hand. When they were at last discovered, in a somewhat dilapidated condition in the rug, the Bishop found they were a kind of biscuit that always made him cough, so he begged Regie, who was dividing them equally, as a personal favor, to eat them all.
It was a crumb be-sprinkled Bishop who, half an hour later, hurried up the stairs of the Palace.
"What an age you have been," snapped Dr. Brown, from the landing.
"How is she?"
"The same, but weaker. Have you got Regie?"
"Yes, but it took time."
"Is he frightened?"
"Not a bit."
"Then bring him up."
The doctor went back into the bedroom, leaving the door ajar.