Madame. Dear me—I forgot to get bread when I went out to-day.
Mlle. Go to the baker's, then; we will wait.
[Exit Madame. Pause.]
[Enter the Bishop. He is an old man, gentle and kindly.]
Bishop. I hope I have not kept you waiting, sister.
Mlle. No, brother, Madame has just gone out for bread. She forgot it this morning.
Bishop (having seated himself by the fire). The wind blows cold from the mountains to-night.
Mlle. (nodding). All day it has been growing colder.
Bishop. 'Twill bring great suffering to the poor.
Mlle. Who suffer too much already.