Mrs. Proudie's Reception--Concluded

"Bishop of Barchester, I presume?" said Bertie Stanhope, putting out his hand frankly; "I am delighted to make your acquaintance. We are in rather close quarters here, a'nt we?"

In truth they were. They had been crowded up behind the head of the sofa--the bishop in waiting to receive his guest, and the other in carrying her--and they now had hardly room to move themselves.

The bishop gave his hand quickly, made his little studied bow, and was delighted to make--He couldn't go on, for he did not know whether his friend was a signor, or a count or