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The Worried Bishop;
purpose . Wherever he fled the buzz and xx'hizz folloxvcd him ; and the xvorst of all Avas that he AX'hiried and whisked his episcopal handkerchief at random ancl Avithout resxdt ; for though he strained to a painful pitch his right reverend eyes through his gold double eye-glass , no mosquito fly , young or olcl , could he spy . At length his patience and breath being exhausted ,
Plumper xvas summoned . That corpulent functionary listened for some seconds , and then xx'heezed out : — " I can't see it , my lord . " " But you must see it , ancl kill it , and that forthwith , " cried the bishop , authoritatively . " I hear it , my lord ; I hear it , " responded the butler in a submissive tone .
" I did not summon you to hear it , " said his master , with calm dignity ; " but to catch it , and to kill it . " This was sooner saicl than done ; for , from some xuiaccountable cause , the buzzing , ancl the xvhizzing , ancl the whirring became louder than ex er : insomuch that Plumper , xvith the graxity and importance of a man conscious of enunciating some unlocked
for and valuable discovery , ejacxdated : — " My lord , I conceive there must be txvo of them . " " Txvo ? A dozen ! " cried his lordship , desperately . " Summon Betts ; he's a younger man , and his sight may be clearer . " Betts , the x alet , noxv arrived ; only to say ( he belonged to " SillSuffolk" )— "I nex * er see such a fancy ! I fear me these
y be the cholera flies ! I'm wholly stummed !" Meanxvhile to what point soex'er the bishop mox'ecl , there the noise appeared to centre . A dozen mosquito-gnats , at least , seemed buzzing around his xveli-Avigged head . " This is dreadful ! " cried he , piteously— " dreadful ! What , Avill no one free me from this intolerable xisitation ?"
Cecil , xvho hitherto , strange to say , had remained silent and stationary , noxv sprang into the air , clapped his hands together smartly , and then lifting the windoxv-sash , threw something out into the courtyard : he would have been jmzzled to say ivhat ! BoAving gracefully to his host , he said , calmly : —¦ " The annoyance is at an end , my lord : you will be harassed no longer !" The bishop listened . A perfect and most Avelcome stillness had succeeded .
" I am exceedingly obliged to you ; more than I can readily express . And I will xvord my letter . " " The Dean of Westminster , my lord , by appointment , " said Plumper , ushering in a diminutive , but most intellectual-looking personage .
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The Worried Bishop;
purpose . Wherever he fled the buzz and xx'hizz folloxvcd him ; and the xvorst of all Avas that he AX'hiried and whisked his episcopal handkerchief at random ancl Avithout resxdt ; for though he strained to a painful pitch his right reverend eyes through his gold double eye-glass , no mosquito fly , young or olcl , could he spy . At length his patience and breath being exhausted ,
Plumper xvas summoned . That corpulent functionary listened for some seconds , and then xx'heezed out : — " I can't see it , my lord . " " But you must see it , ancl kill it , and that forthwith , " cried the bishop , authoritatively . " I hear it , my lord ; I hear it , " responded the butler in a submissive tone .
" I did not summon you to hear it , " said his master , with calm dignity ; " but to catch it , and to kill it . " This was sooner saicl than done ; for , from some xuiaccountable cause , the buzzing , ancl the xvhizzing , ancl the whirring became louder than ex er : insomuch that Plumper , xvith the graxity and importance of a man conscious of enunciating some unlocked
for and valuable discovery , ejacxdated : — " My lord , I conceive there must be txvo of them . " " Txvo ? A dozen ! " cried his lordship , desperately . " Summon Betts ; he's a younger man , and his sight may be clearer . " Betts , the x alet , noxv arrived ; only to say ( he belonged to " SillSuffolk" )— "I nex * er see such a fancy ! I fear me these
y be the cholera flies ! I'm wholly stummed !" Meanxvhile to what point soex'er the bishop mox'ecl , there the noise appeared to centre . A dozen mosquito-gnats , at least , seemed buzzing around his xveli-Avigged head . " This is dreadful ! " cried he , piteously— " dreadful ! What , Avill no one free me from this intolerable xisitation ?"
Cecil , xvho hitherto , strange to say , had remained silent and stationary , noxv sprang into the air , clapped his hands together smartly , and then lifting the windoxv-sash , threw something out into the courtyard : he would have been jmzzled to say ivhat ! BoAving gracefully to his host , he said , calmly : —¦ " The annoyance is at an end , my lord : you will be harassed no longer !" The bishop listened . A perfect and most Avelcome stillness had succeeded .
" I am exceedingly obliged to you ; more than I can readily express . And I will xvord my letter . " " The Dean of Westminster , my lord , by appointment , " said Plumper , ushering in a diminutive , but most intellectual-looking personage .