"Now, let ’em all come," said Bob. *CHAPTER XXV.* Titania fell on Bradstock’s neck when he came back with the bishop. She very nearly fell on the bishop’s neck, too, which alarmed him very much indeed, though he had all that confidence with women which marks the celibate clergy, especially when they are beautiful. "My dear-r Augustin," said Titania, "I came at once. I felt I had to. I felt I must. There is no sympathy at home for me in my troubles. The duke laughs, laughs in my face, and says Penelope is damn fine sport!" "Tut, tut!" said the bishop, who was loath to think that dukes could use bad language. "I very much regret to hear it." Titania waved her hands at large. "But I do not care. I am wrapped up in woe, and in Robert. Where is he? Show me the telegram he sent." They showed her the telegram. "Not black! Oh, Augustin, that might mean anything." "So it might. What did I say, bishop?" asked Augustin. "Nonsense!" said the bishop. "I do not believe it is even dark. This is all waste of time. Time cannot now be wasted. This scandal grows. Ridley tells me all these unfortunate gentlemen, but Lord Bramber and Mr. Carew, are in the town. I have had telegrams from both of those asking for information, most excited telegrams. Mr. Carew says he is delirious with fever, and I believe him. Lord Bramber says his father is delirious, which I much regret. I think the son is also delirious, though he does not say he is. He implores me to remember that he is entitled to know first where Penelope is, as he is her husband. This is the telegram." Augustin and Titania read it. "If we could only believe it," said Titania. "We cannot," said the bishop. "Ridley declares they all say the same. They also say the infant is an adopted one. I do not remember, in the course of all that wide experience which comes to a country clergyman in a place like Ray Pogis, any situation equal to this. As a bishop with a wider experience, I have seen nothing so absurd even in the conduct of my clergy, who are indeed hard to beat in stupidity. I regret we did not go on to Waynfleet and Spilsby, Bradstock." "So do I," said Bradstock, eyeing Titania. "We will go to-morrow," said the bishop. "I have an intuition that to-morrow we shall find her. I feel sure of it." "I will come with you," said Titania. "I must! I must! I cannot help fearing, Augustin, that the very worst may have happened. I have now no confidence whatever in dear, misguided Penelope’s morals. I do not feel sure that the child is not black, or that it is adopted!" "Good heavens!" said Augustin. "Good heavens!" echoed the bishop. "I haven’t," affirmed Titania, dreadfully. "No such thing has happened in our family since the time of Charles the Second, which was lamentable but natural, and has long since been forgiven. I mistrust the general attitude of all these men, bishop. I mistrust it!"