She shudders all through at his
touch.
THE BISHOP. Come! you are in the house of your friends. Can we
help you?
MRS GEORGE [to Hotchkiss, pointing to the study] Go in there,
you. Youre not wanted here.
HOTCHKISS. You understand, Bishop, that Mrs Collins is not to
blame for this scene. I'm afraid Ive been rather irritating.
THE BISHOP. I can quite believe it, Sinjon.
Hotchkiss goes into the study.
THE BISHOP [turning to Mrs George with great kindness of manner]
I'm sorry you have been worried [he sits down on her left]. Never
mind him. A little pluck, a little gaiety of heart, a little
prayer; and youll be laughing at him.
MRS GEORGE. Never fear. I have all that. It was as much my fault
as his; and I should have put him in his place with a clip of
that poker on the side of his head if you hadnt come in.
THE BISHOP. You might have put him in his coffin that way, Mrs
Collins. And I should have been very sorry; because we are all
fond of Sinjon.
MRS GEORGE. Yes: it's your duty to rebuke me. But do you think I
dont know?
THE BISHOP. I dont rebuke you. Who am I that I should rebuke you?
Besides, I know there are discussions in which the poker is the
only possible argument.
MRS GEORGE.
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