He'd timed hisself to reach here punctual for the lunchin' the Missus
always has ready on Confirmation Day: nobody to meet his Lordship but
theirselves and the two Churchwardens; an' you may guess that Hancock
and Truslove had turned up early in their best broadcloth, lookin' to
have the time o' their lives.

"They were pretty keen-set, too, by one o'clock, bein' used to eat
their dinners at noon sharp. One o'clock comes--no Bishop: two
o'clock and still no Bishop. 'There's been a naccydent,' says the
Missus: 'but thank the Lord the vittles is cold!' 'Maybe he've forgot
the day,' says the Vicar; 'but any way, we'll give en another
ha'f-hour's grace an' then set-to,' says he, takin' pity on the
noises old Truslove was makin' inside his weskit. . . . So said, so
done. At two-thirty--service bein' fixed for ha'f-after-three--they
all fell to work.

"You d'know, I dare say, what a craze the Missus have a-took o' late
against the drinkin' habit. Sally, the parlourmaid, told me as how,
first along, th' old lady set out by hintin' that the Bishop, bein' a
respecter o' conscience, wouldn' look for anything stronger on the
table than home-brewed lemonade. But there the Vicar struck; and
findin' no way to shake him, she made terms by outin' with two
bottles o' wine that, to her scandal, she'd rummaged out from a
cupboard o' young Master Dick's since he went back to Oxford College.
She decanted 'em [chuckle], an' th' old Vicar allowed, havin' tasted
the stuff, that--though he had lost the run o' wine lately, an' didn'
reckernise whether 'twas port or what-not--seemin' to him 'twas a
sound wine and fit for any gentleman's table. 'Well, at any rate,'
says the Missus, 'my boy shall be spared the temptation: an' I hope
'tis no sign he's betaken hisself to secret drinkin'!'