(_Louder_) ... Miss Grosvenor!... Was that the bell for prayers?
Was that the bell for prayers?... (_Louder_) Miss Grosvenor.
(_Louder_) Miss Gros-ve-nor! (_Tapping with his foot_.)
Oh!...

MISS GROSVENOR (_sweetly and, far off_): Is that Mr. Haverton?

REV. A. HAVERTON: Yes! yes! yes! yes!...
Was that the bell for prayers?

MISS GROSVENOR (_again_): Yes? Is that Mr. Haverton? Oh! Yes!
I think it is.... I'll see--I'll ask Matilda.

(_A pause, during which the_ REV. A. HAVERTON
_is in a qualm_.)

MISS GROSVENOR (_rustling back_): Matilda says it
_is_ the bell for prayers.

(_They all come filing into the study and arranging the chairs.
As they enter_ MISS HARVEY, _the guest, treads heavily on
MATILDA'S foot._)

MISS HARVEY: Matilda? Was that you? I _beg_ your pardon.

MATILDA (_limping_): Granted, I'm sure, miss!

MRS. HAVERTON (_whispering to the_ REV. A. HAVERTON): Do not read
the Creed!
Miss Harvey is a Unitarian.