[_The room is poorly furnished, but orderly. A door at the back opens on the street. At one side, a window overlooks the garden; at the other, curtains hang before an alcove._ MADEMOISELLE, _the Bishop's_ SISTER, _a sweet-faced lady, sits by the fire, knitting._ MADAME, _his_ HOUSEKEEPER, _is laying the table for supper._] MLLE. Has the Bishop returned from the service? MADAME. Yes, Mademoiselle. He is in his room, reading. Shall I call him? MLLE. No, do not disturb him--he will come in good time--when supper is ready. MADAME. Dear me--I forgot to get bread when I went out to-day. MLLE. Go to the baker's, then; we will wait. [_Exit Madame. Pause._] [_Enter the_ BISHOP. _He is an old man, gentle and kindly._] BISHOP. I hope I have not kept you waiting, sister. MLLE. No, brother, Madame has just gone out for bread. She forgot it this morning. BISHOP (_having seated himself by the fire_). The wind blows cold from the mountains to-night. MLLE. (_nodding_). All day it has been growing colder. BISHOP. 'Twill bring great suffering to the poor. MLLE. Who suffer too much already. BISHOP. I would I could help them more than I do! MLLE. You give all you have, my brother. You keep nothing for yourself--you have only bare necessities. BISHOP. Well, I have sent in a bill for carriage hire in making pastoral visits. MLLE. Carriage hire! I did not know you ever rode. Now I am glad to hear that. A bishop should go in state sometimes. I venture to say your bill is small. BISHOP. Three thousand francs. MLLE. Three thousand francs! Why, I cannot believe it! BISHOP. Here is the bill. MLLE. (_reading bill_). What is this! EXPENSES OF CARRIAGE For furnishing soup to hospital 1500 francs For charitable society of D---- 500 " For foundlings 500 " For orphans 500 " ---- Total 3000 francs So! that is your carriage hire! Ha, ha! I might have known it! [_They laugh together._] [_Enter_ MADAME, _excited, with bread._] MADAME. Such news as I have heard! The whole town is talking about it! We should have locks put on our doors at once! MLLE. What is it, Madame? What have you heard? MADAME. They say there is a suspicious vagabond in the town. The inn-keeper refused to take him in. They say he is a released convict who once committed an awful crime. [_The Bishop is looking into the fire, paying no attention to Madame._] MLLE. Do you hear what Madame is saying, brother? BISHOP. Only a little. Are we in danger, Madame? MADAME. There is a convict in town, your Reverence! BISHOP. Do you fear we shall be robbed? MADAME. I do, indeed! BISHOP. Of what? MADAME. There are the six silver plates and the silver soup-ladle and the two silver candlesticks. BISHOP. All of which we could do without. MADAME. Do without! MLLE. 'Twould be a great loss, brother. We could not treat a guest as is our wont.