The archdeacon shook hands very heartily with Dr.Stanhope, and Mrs.Grantly seated herself by the doctor's wife.

And Mrs.Proudie moved about with well-regulated grace, measuring out the quantity of her favours to the quality of her guests, just as Mr.Slope had been doing with the wine.

But the sofa was still empty, and five-and-twenty ladies and five gentlemen had been courteously warned off it by the mindful chaplain.
"Why doesn't she come ?" said the bishop to himself.

His mind was so preoccupied with the signora that he hardly remembered how to behave himself _en bishop_.
At last a carriage dashed up to the hall steps with a very different manner of approach from that of any other vehicle that had been there that evening.

A perfect commotion took place.