"I wish I was coming with you, Bob."
"Oh, do!" said Bob.
"I almost think it would be advisable," said the bishop. "What I said would have weight with Penelope, I believe."
"I rather wish you'd come," cried Bob. "It would be fun, and you said you'd like to go in a motor-car."
"So I did," said the bishop, "but I've never been in one. No one has seen me in one. I fear a crowd would assemble."
"At any rate, my lord, you might get in and sit down a minute."
The bishop looked around.
"I really think I will," he said. And he entered the car.
"This is really comfortable, Bob, very comfortable, quite like an armchair. Is your driver a good one?"
"A ripper," said Bob. "The best they have where I got the car. It's not mine, but when I get all the money that Gordon owes me, I'll buy one."