MANSON. Beg pardon, ma'am; but master mentioned only one--his
brother, the Bishop of Benares.

AUNTIE. _My_ brother will join us also--the Bishop of Lancashire.
This is his letter.

And now let's have breakfast, at once. The vicar is sure to be
earlier than he said; and I'm hungry.

[MANSON goes to the door. As he opens it, the VICAR and ROGERS
reappear.]

MANSON. Here is master. I'll hurry up the breakfast, ma'am.

VICAR [entering]. Do, Manson. Let's get it over.

[MANSON goes out.]

Excuse me, my dear.

[ROGERS helps him off with the cassock.]

So tiresome! Not a place in the house to do anything! Confound
the drains! Just run up-stairs for my coat, Rogers.

AUNTIE. It's here, dear. I have it warming for you.

VICAR [more graciously]. Oh, thank you, Martha. That will do,
then, Rogers. Tell Manson to hurry up.