Doctor. Doubtless. What of it?
Bishop. Beppo and he are of precisely the same age. They are not unlike—at a distance. And at a distance, for some few years, it will be that the people will always see him.
Doctor (scoffs). You don’t call that a miracle? To substitute one boy for the other?
Bishop (gently). Not if it succeeds?
Doctor. Bishop! And Beppo? What will the people think has become of Beppo?
Bishop. Only that he has run away again somewhere, and got lost.
Doctor. Lost!
Bishop. Why, who is there ever gives him a moment’s thought here? Is he not a gipsy—a vagabond?
Doctor. And you propose to place him—in a palace?