'Made me feel like an image in a niche subjected to a sudden dusting.

Who is this--er, what-d'-ye-call-him?
Warboise?
An eccentric ?" "I will not say that.

Old and opinionated, rather; a militant Protestant--" "Ah, we know the sort.

Shall we glance over his screed?
You permit me ?" "I was about to suggest your doing so.

To tell the truth, I am curious to be acquainted with the charge against me." The Bishop smiled, drew forth the paper from his pocket adjusted his gold-rimmed eyeglasses and read-- "To the Right Rev.