The girl drew a long breath, and turning to the table began to arrange the papers upon it with trembling hands.
"'Sixteen thousand pounds of sweet-scented, at ten shillings the hundredweight; for marriage by banns, five shillings; for the preaching of a funeral sermon, forty shillings; for christening'"-- began Darden for the Bishop's information.

Audrey took her pen and wrote; but before the list of the minister's perquisites had come to an end the door flew open, and a woman with the face of a vixen came hurriedly into the room.

With her entered the breeze from the river, driving before it the smoke wreaths, and blowing the papers from the table to the floor.
Darden stamped his foot.

"Woman, I have business, I tell ye,--business with the Bishop of London! I've kept his Lordship at the door this se'nnight, and if I give him not audience Blair will presently be down uon me with tooth and nail and his ancient threat of a visitation.

Begone and keep the house! Audrey, where are you, child ?" "Audrey, leave the room!" commanded the woman.