MRS GEORGE. So strangely mixed up with the story of the General's
life?
THE BISHOP. You know the story of his life, then?
MRS GEORGE. Not all. We reached the house before he brought it up
to the present day. But enough to know the part played in it by
Miss Grantham.
MRS BRIDGENORTH [introducing Leo] Mrs Reginald Bridgenorth.
REGINALD. The late Mrs Reginald Bridgenorth.
LEO. Hold your tongue, Rejjy. At least have the decency to wait
until the decree is made absolute.
MRS GEORGE [to Leo] Well, youve more time to get married again
than he has, havnt you?
MRS BRIDGENORTH [introducing Hotchkiss] Mr St John Hotchkiss.
Hotchkiss, still far aloof by the study door, bows.
MRS GEORGE. What! That! [She makes a half tour of the kitchen and
ends right in front of him]. Young man: do you remember coming
into my shop and telling me that my husband's coals were out of
place in your cellar, as Nature evidently intended them for the
roof?
HOTCHKISS. I remember that deplorable impertinence with shame and
confusion. You were kind enough to answer that Mr Collins was
looking out for a clever young man to write advertisements, and
that I could take the job if I liked.
MRS GEORGE. It's still open.
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