BISHOP. A scavenger!

MANSON. Yes--looks after drains.

BISHOP. Do you mean to tell me that I've been sitting down to
breakfast with a common working-man?

MANSON. Yes; have you never done that before?

BISHOP. My dear sir, whatever do you take me for?

MANSON. A bishop of God's church.

BISHOP. Precisely! Is it _your_ custom to breakfast with
working-men?

MANSON. Every morning. You see, I'm prejudiced: I was one myself,
once.

BISHOP. You? . . .

MANSON. Yes--a long time ago, though: people have forgotten.

BISHOP. But, my dear brother, I am perfectly sure you never told
people to go to . . .

MANSON. Oh yes, quite frequently: it would shock you to learn the
language I really did use. Perhaps, under the circumstances, it
might be advisable to drop the subject at this point.