"Was a boy with her?"
"To be sure, a young gentleman as fetched me 'ere, and give me a shillin'."
"What was his name?"
"'E didn't say," said the old woman, and the bishop wiped his fevered brow and tried again.
"Was Mr. Bramwell with her?"
"I never seed un."
"How did they go?"
"In two engines."
"Ha!" sighed the bishop, "in two motor-cars."
"Likely."