'Quite, quite,' said the vicar.
'As far as I am concerned, completely hotsy-totsy,' said the bishop. He turned to his old friend solicitously. 'You will continue to wear all the orphreys you want—will you not, Pieface?'
'No, no. I see now that I was wrong. From now on, Boko, I abandon orphreys altogether.'
'But, Pieface—'
'It's all right,' the vicar assured him. 'I can take them or leave them alone.'
'Splendid fellow!' The bishop coughed to hide his emotion, and there was another silence. 'I think, perhaps,' he went on, after a pause, 'I should be leaving you now, my dear chap, and going in search of my wife. She is with your daughter, I believe, somewhere in the village.'
'They are coming up the drive now.'
'Ah, yes, I see them. A charming girl, your daughter.'
Augustine clapped him on the shoulder.
'Bish,' he exclaimed, 'you said a mouthful. She is the dearest, sweetest girl in the whole world. And I should be glad, vicar, if you would give your consent to our immediate union. I love Jane with a good man's fervour, and I am happy to inform you that my sentiments are returned. Assure us, therefore, of your approval, and I will go at once and have the banns put up.'