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It is worth going out in the cold for the sake of the comfort of coming in.

(Persomé has hastened to help him off with his coat, etc. Marie has dropped a deep courtesy.)

Bishop.

Thank you, dear. (looking at her) Why, what is the matter? You have been crying. Marie been troublesome, eh? (shaking his finger at her) Ah!

Persomé.

No, it wasn't Marie—but! but!

Bishop.

Well, well, you shall tell me presently. Marie, my child, run home now, your mother is better, I have prayed with her, and the doctor has been. Run home!

(Marie putting on cloak and going)

And, Marie, let yourself in quietly in case your mother is asleep.

Marie.

Oh thanks, thanks, Monseigneur. (she goes to door C., as it opens the snow drives in.)

Bishop.

Here, Marie, take my comforter, it will keep you warm. It is very cold to-night.

Marie.

Oh no, Monseigneur! (shamefacedly)

Persomé.

What nonsense, brother, she is young, she won't hurt.

Bishop.

Ah, Persomé, you have not been out, you don't know how cold it has become. Here, Marie, let me put it on for you. (does so) There! Run along, little one.

(Exit Marie, C.)

Persomé.

Brother, I have no patience with you. There, sit down and take your soup, it has been waiting ever so long. And if it is spoilt, it serves you right.

Bishop.

It smells delicious.

Persomé.

I'm sure Marie's mother is not so ill that you need have stayed out on such a night as this.