"Harold Cyril," said the bishop.
"I shall probably call you Hal after we are married," said Minnie.
"No bishop," said Ronald, "would marry a girl like you, Minnie."
"I assure you," said the bishop, "that if Miss Mendel—I mean to say—Minnie—can only bring herself to You know I'm only a missionary bishop."
"That's just it," said Minnie. "You don't understand in the least, Ronald. What the bishop says is that I'll be a help to him in his work. You said that, didn't you, Harold?"
"Yes," said the bishop, bravely.
"You'd be a help!" said Ronald. "Oh, hang it all, Minnie, that's a bit too thick!"
"Not at all," said Minnie. "My manners and general gaiety of disposition are just what are wanted to attract the heathen. Isn't that what you meant, Harold?"
"Not exactly," said the bishop. "What I feel is"
"Still, I shall attract them. You can't deny that. After all, I attracted you."
