THE BISHOP. Not at all. I'm not repudiating that honor. Allow me
[he kisses her hand].
MRS GEORGE. Thank you for that. It was not the sexton, was it?
SOAMES. I!
HOTCHKISS. It was I, Polly, your ever faithful.
MRS GEORGE [turning and seeing him] Let me catch you doing it
again: thats all. How do you come there? I sent you away. [With
great energy, becoming quite herself again] What the goodness
gracious has been happening?
HOTCHKISS. As far as I can make out, you have been having a very
charming and eloquent sort of fit.
MRS GEORGE [delighted] What! My second sight! [To the Bishop] Oh,
how I have prayed that it might come to me if ever I met you! And
now it has come. How stunning! You may believe every word I said:
I cant remember it now; but it was something that was just
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