[They lay the cloth, as it were with ceremonial gravity, MANSON being at the upper end of the table. They pay no heed to the others, who watch them interestedly.] ROBERT. I could just do with a good, square feed. My work meks me 'ungry. MANSON. Flowers, Rogers. [ROGERS brings vase from side-board and places it on the VICAR'S side of the table. MANSON removes it to a more communal position. Presently looking up, he sees the group to his left watching him.] Oh, beg pardon, sir: perhaps you'd like to know--the Bishop of Benares is here. VICAR. What, already! Let's have him in at once! [MANSON deliberates with the flowers before he speaks.] MANSON. He is here. [The VICAR crosses towards him.] VICAR. What do you mean? Where is he? [MANSON looks at him over the flowers.] MANSON. Here. [The VICAR steps back, gazing at him. After a moment he gasps.] VICAR. In God's name, who are you? MANSON. In God's Name--your brother. [He holds out his hand. The VICAR takes it, sinking to his knees and sobbing as one broken yet healed.] [The curtain descends slowly.] THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Servant in the House, by Charles Rann Kennedy