We shall take your
money, all we can get of it, we shall take your time, we shall work you
hard."
"Wo'k me hard!" cried Lady Sunderbund with passion.
"We will, we will," said the bishop in a tone that ignored her
passionate note.
"I am sure Lady Sunderbund will be a great help to us," said Lady Ella.
"We want brightening. There's a dinginess...."
Lady Sunderbund beamed an acknowledgment. "I shall exact a 'eturn," she
said. "I don't mind wo'king, but I shall wo'k like the poo' students in
the Middle Ages did, to get my teaching. I've got my own soul to save as
well as help saving othas. Since oua last talk--"
She found the bishop handing her bread and butter. For a time the bishop
fought a delaying action with the tea-things, while he sought eagerly
and vainly in his mind for some good practical topic in which he could
entangle and suppress Lady Sunderbund's enthusiasms. From this she broke
away by turning suddenly to Lady Ella.
"Youa husband's views," she said, "we'e a 'eal 'evelation to me. It was
like not being blind--all at once."
Lady Ella was always pleased to hear her husband praised. Her colour
brightened a little.
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