"The hunchback must be mad too," said the Curate.
"It's the only way of explaining it in a sensible way," said Mrs. Mendham. [Pause.]
"Angel or no Angel," said Mrs. Mendham, "I know what is due to me. Even supposing the man thought he was in the company of an Angel, that is no reason why he should not behave like a gentleman."
"That is perfectly true."
"You will write to the Bishop, of course?"
Mendham coughed. "No, I shan't write to the Bishop," said Mendham. "I think it seems a little disloyal. . . . And he took no notice of the last, you know."
"But surely———"
"I shall write to Austin. In confidence. He will be sure to tell the Bishop, you know. And you must remember, my dear———"
"That Hilyer can dismiss you, you were going to say. My dear, the man's much too weak! I should have a word to say about that. And besides, you do all his work for him. Practically, we manage the parish from end to end. I do not know what would become of the
