Mrs. Insoley.
[With a twinkle in her eyes.] It shouldn’t be necessary for me to tell a person of your profession that none of the pleasures of this world can be had without some drawback.
Archibald.
What a pity it is you weren’t a man, mother. You would have made such a bishop.
Mrs. Insoley.
Are you trying to change the conversation, Archibald?
Archibald.
I don’t think it would be a bad idea.
Mrs. Insoley.
Then I will only say one thing more. I am the meekest woman in the world, and a lamb could lead me. But I should like to remind you that the living of Kenyon-Fulton is not worth more than a hundred and seventy a year, and if you can keep a curate and live like a gentleman it’s only owing to my generosity.