So did Bradstock.
"It looks very much as if she was ashamed of him. But I'm incapable of judging, not having been married," said the bishop.
"I've been married twice," said Bradstock, "and Pen is a woman, which means she resembles no other woman in any respect whatever as regards her ways, manners, customs, and thoughts."
"You say that coolly?" asked the bishop.
"Icily," replied Bradstock.
The bishop shook his head.
"You surprise me," said the bishop, "and I think I will go to bed."
Bradstock went to bed, too.
"I shouldn't be surprised if she had married the bishop and was under this roof now," said Bradstock. "Nothing would surprise me unless I discover she's married to Rivaulx or Bramber. I don't think I should mind either of 'em."
And next day at half-past twelve Bob and his chauffeur took up a position near the post-office. As Geordie Smith knew Bradstock, he kept quietly at the palace. But the interested bishop who had not married Penelope kept bustling about the neighbourhood in quite an excitement.