got it from had good taste, all right.

I closed my eyes for a moment as I lay there and she stood
stroking my hair. She must have thought I'd fallen asleep, for
she turned to the Bishop, and holding out her hand, she said
softly:

"My dear, dear Bishop, you are the best-hearted, the saintliest
man on earth. Because you are so beautifully clean-souled
yourself, you must pardon me. I am ashamed to say it, but I shall
have no rest till I do. When I saw you in the carriage downtown,
with that poor, demented child, I thought, for just a moment--oh,
can you forgive me? It shows what an evil mind I have. But you,
who know so well what Edward is, what my life has been with him,
will see how much reason I have to be suspicious of all men!"

I shook, I laughed so hard. What a corker her Edward must be!
See, Tom, poor old Mrs. Dowager up in the Square having the same
devil's luck with her man as Molly Elliott down in the Alley has
with hers. I wonder if you're all alike. No, for there's the
Bishop. He had taken her hand sympathizingly, forgivingly, but
his silence made me curious. I knew he wouldn't let the old lady
believe for a moment I was luny, if once he could be sure himself
that I wasn't. You lie, Tom Dorgan, he wouldn't! Well--But the
poor baby, how could he expect to see through a game that had
caught the Dowager herself? Still, I could hear him walking
softly toward me, and I felt him looking keenly down at me long
before I opened my eyes.

When I did, you should have seen him jump. Guilty he felt.