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THE BISHOP'S CANDLESTICKS.
7

I believe those people pretend to be ill just to have the Bishop call on them. They have no thought of the Bishop!

Bishop. It is kind of them to want to see me.
Persomé. Well for my part I believe that charity begins at home.
Bishop. And so you make me this delicious soup. You are very good to me, sister.
Persomé. Good to you, yes! I should think so. I should like to know where you would be without me to look after you. The dupe of every idle scamp or lying old woman in the Parish.
Bishop. If people lie to me they are poorer, not I.
Persomé. But it is ridiculous, you will soon have nothing left. You give away everything, everything!!!
Bishop. My dear, there is so much suffering in the world, and I can do so little (sighs) so very little.
Persomé. Suffering, yes, but you never think of the suffering you cause to those who love you best, the suffering you cause to me.
Bishop (rising) You, sister dear. Have I hurt you? Ah, I remember you had been crying. Was it my fault? I didn't mean to hurt you. I am sorry.
Persomé. Sorry. Yes. Sorry won't mend it. Humph! Oh, do go on eating your soup before it gets cold.
Bishop. Very well, dear. (sits) But tell me——
Persomé. You are like a child, I can't trust you out of my sight. No sooner is my back turned than you get that little minx Marie to sell the silver salt cellars.
Bishop. Ah, yes, the salt cellars. It is a pity. You, you were proud of them?
Persomé. Proud of them, why they have been in our family for years.
Bishop. Yes, it is a pity, they were beautiful, but still, dear, one can eat salt out of china just as well.
Persomé. Yes, or meat off the floor I suppose. Oh it's coming to that. And as for that old wretch