[ROGERS, still jiggered, ushers in JAMES PONSONBY MAKESHYFTE, D.D., the Most Reverend the Lord Bishop of Lancashire. He looks his name, his goggles and ear-trumpet lending a beautiful perfection to the resemblance.] [MANSON has risen: ROBERT, imperturbable, discusses sossingers: ROGERS, with a last excruciation of his ailment, vanishes.] [The Most Reverend Father in God stands blinking for recognition. Pained at the non-fulfilment of this worthy expectation, he moves--a little blindly--towards the table. Here he encounters the oppugnant back of the voracious ROBERT, who grows quite annoyed. Indeed, be as good as says so.] 'Ere, where ye comin' to? BISHOP [peering closely into his face, the other edging away]. Ah! Mr. Smythe, or I am mistaken. ROBERT. Smith's my name! Don't you call me Smythe! BISHOP. My dear sir, don't mention it: my sister has explained everything. I bear you no grudge--none whatever! ROBERT. What's the silly ole josser jawin' abaht now? BISHOP. But I perceive that I have--er--[sniffing] disturbed you at your morning meal . . . ROBERT [with conviction]. You 'av' that! BISHOP. Eh? . . . ROBERT [louder]. I say, you 'av'! BISHOP [fixing his ear-trumpet]. Just once more . . . ROB ERT. Oh, Moses! [Roaring, and indicating his breakfast.] You 'av' blarst you! BISHOP [mistaking the gesticulation]. Thank you, you are very kind. I think I will. I could get nothing on the journey but a cup of coffee and a bun. [He sits at the table without ever having perceived MANSON, who has nevertheless been serving him.] ROBERT. Yus, you look as if you fed on buns! [Throughout the play the audience will understand where the BISHOP does, and where he does not, hear by his use or non-use of the ear-trumpet. Perhaps the reader will be good enough to imagine these occasions for himself, as he may have observed a reluctance on the part of the author to encumber the text with stage directions.] BISHOP [eating, and at the same time addressing the becassocked ROBERT]. And you must not think, on account of the little coolness between us, that I have not followed your career with great interest--very great interest! Your scholastic achievements have been most praiseworthy--especially under the unfortunate circumstances. . . . Although, by-the-way, I cannot at all agree with your gloss on Romans fourteen, twenty-three; _Katakekritai_ either means _damned_ or nothing at all. ROBERT [gesticulating]. It was _'im_ as said _damned_! BISHOP. No, no, sir: it is perfectly indefensible! ROBERT. I'll use what langwidge I like! BISHOP [warming]. You said _katakekritai_ . . . ROBERT. I never did, _I_ tek my oath! BISHOP. My dear sir, I learned my Greek at Shrewsbury, before you were born! Don't argue, sir! ROBERT. Oo is argufying? . . . Talking to me about yer Katama-what-d'you-call-it!