THE BISHOP’S APRON THE BISHOP’S APRON A STUDY IN THE ORIGINS OF A GREAT FAMILY BY W. S. MAUGHAM AUTHOR OF “LIZA OF LAMBETH,” “MRS. CRADDOCK,” “THE MERRY-GO-ROUND” LONDON CHAPMAN AND HALL, LTD. 1906 THE BISHOP’S APRON I The world takes people very willingly at the estimate in which they hold themselves. With a fashionable bias for expression in a foreign tongue it calls modesty _mauvaise honte_; and the impudent are thought merely to have a proper opinion of their merit. But Ponsonby was really an imposing personage. His movements were measured and noiseless; and he wore the sombre garb of a gentleman’s butler with impressive dignity. He was a large man, flabby and corpulent, with a loose, smooth skin. His face, undisturbed by the rapid play of expression, which he would have thought indecorous, had a look of placid respectability; his eyes, with their puffy lower lids, rested on surrounding objects heavily; and his earnest, obsequious voice gave an impression of such overwhelming piety that your glance, involuntarily, fell to his rotund calves for the gaiters episcopal. He looked gravely at the table set out for luncheon, while Alfred, the footman, walked round it, placing bread in each napkin. “Is Tommy Tiddler coming to-day, Mr. Ponsonby?” he asked. “His lordship is expected,” returned the butler, with a frigid stare. He emphasised the aspirate to mark his disapproval of the flippancy wherewith his colleague referred to a person who was not only the brother of his master, but a member of the aristocracy. “Here he is!” said Alfred, unabashed, looking out of the window. “He’s just drove up in a cab.” Lord Spratte walked up the steps and rang the bell. Though Ponsonby had seen him two or three times a week for ten years, he gave no sign of recognition. “Am I expected to luncheon to-day, Ponsonby?” “Yes, my lord.”