The Premier brought the tips of his fingers lightly together, as he
resumed his seat.
"Oh! my dear fellow, people were very kind--too much so! Yes--I think it
did good--it did good. I should now rest and be thankful--if it weren't
for the Bishops!"
"The Bishops!" said the Rector of the parish standing near. "What have
the Bishops been doing, my lord?"
"Dying," said Kitty, as she fell into an attitude which commanded both
William and Lord Parham. "They do it on purpose."
"Another this morning!" said Ashe, throwing up his hands.
"Oh! they die to plague me," said the Prime Minister, with the air of
one on whom the universe weighs heavy. "There never was such a
conspiracy!"
"You should let William appoint them," said Kitty, leaning her chin upon
her hands and studying Lord Parham with eyes all the more brilliant for
the dark circles which fatigue, or something else, had drawn round them.
"Ah, to be sure!" said Lord Parham, affably. "I had forgotten that Ashe
was our theologian. Take me a walk before dinner!" he added, addressing
his host.
"But you won't take his advice," said Kitty, smiling.
The Premier turned rather sharply.
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