us that brarss-band!

[He alludes to the ear-trumpet. MANSON obeying, ROBERT jabs it
into the ear of the BISHOP, who seems quite surprised.]

'Ere! 'Av' you ever 'eard of 'ell?

BISHOP. Of what?

ROBERT. 'Ell. [Spelling.] H, E, double L, 'ell.

BISHOP. Well, my dear sir, I think I ought to!

ROBERT. Then, go there! Aymen . . .

Now I'll go an' 'av' a look at our Bill's drains, damn 'is eyes!

[He goes out through the main door, repentant.]

BISHOP. The scoundrel! Did you hear what he said? I shall
certainly report him to his bishop!

MANSON. I don't think I should. _His_ bishop doesn't mind a
little plain speech now and again.

BISHOP. A little plain speech! Do you think it's right for a
clergyman to--to direct me to perdition?

MANSON. I think you are making a mistake: the man who gave you
your--direction is not a clergyman. He's a scavenger.