He held his breath. Augustine had reached the lady bishopess, and the lady bishopess was even now raising her lorgnette.
The bishop shut his eyes and turned away. And then—years afterwards, it seemed to him—a cheery voice hailed him: and, turning, he perceived Augustine bounding back through the trees.
'It's all right, bish,' said Augustine.
'All—all right?' faltered the bishop.
'Yes. She says you can go and change into the thin cashmere.'
The bishop reeled.
'But—but—but what did you say to her? What arguments did you employ?'
'Oh, I just pointed out what a warm day it was and jollied her along a bit—'
'Jollied her along a bit!'
'And she agreed in the most friendly and cordial manner. She has asked me to call at the Palace one of these days.'