AUNTIE. _My brother James_! [She throws down the letter.] Now
you've heard it all!

[There is a long silence. Then the VICAR speaks in a low, intense
voice of bitter contempt.]

VICAR. Your brother James is coming here today? You have brought
him here to help my brother Joshua! _Him_!

AUNTIE. Why not? He's rich! He can do it!

VICAR. So, he can recognise me at last!

AUNTIE. It was as much your fault as his, that you have never met!
He naturally resented our marriage.

VICAR [ironically]. But, of course, now that I'm related to the
great and _wealthy_ Bishop of Benares ...

AUNTIE [warmly]. He's as much a bishop as your brother is!

VICAR. He! That gaitered snob!

AUNTIE. William, how dare you!

VICAR. Yes, he's a bishop! A bishop of stocks and shares! A
bishop of the counting-house! A bishop of Mammon!

AUNTIE. William!