# Minnie's Bishop and Other Stories/Minnie's Bishop
### I.—MINNIE'S BISHOP
#### I

REALLY, Ronald," said Ethel Mendel, "your mother is very unreasonable. Just now, too, when we are having such a pleasant time."
She spoke to her husband, who was arranging a salmon cast in the smoking-room. The post had just arrived and she held an open letter in her hand. He glanced at it apprehensively. His mother was an old lady who made unreasonable demands of her children and usually carried through any scheme in which she was interested without regard for the feelings of other people.
"What is she at now?" he asked.
"She is sending a bishop here," said Mrs. Mendel. "And he is to stay a week."
"Good Heavens! We can't possibly have a bishop here. It—it wouldn't be decent."
The Mendels had taken a house in Connemara for the month of August, a house with some good fishing attached to it. Gilbert Hutchinson, a keen angler quite uninterested in bishops, was with them. Minnie, Ronald's youngest sister, had been admitted to the party as a companion for Mrs. Mendel.
​"This is a most unsuitable place for any bishop," said Ronald, "and we are not at all the sort of people——"
Mrs. Mendel drew herself up.
"After all," she said, "we're not doing anything wrong. The apostles fished."
"But they didn't play bridge after dinner."
"We shall have to give up bridge while he's here. Your mother says he won't stay more than a week, and he may go away sooner."
Ronald referred to the letter which his wife handed to him.
"He wants," he said, "to see something of the west of Ireland while he's at home. At home! Where does he come from?"
"India, apparently. If you'd begun at the beginning of your mother's letter instead of the middle you'd have seen that at once."
"Then he's not a proper bishop, at all."
"Oh, yes, he is. He's a missionary bishop, and that's just the same as the ordinary kind, only worse; more severe, I mean."
"Minnie will have to stop smoking cigarettes in the drawing-room," said Ronald.
"Minnie is rather a difficulty. She's just the sort of girl who enjoys shocking people."
"She mustn't do it in my house," said Ronald. "I may not care for having bishops dumped down on me in this way, but while they're here they ​must be treated with proper respect. I'll speak to Minnie myself."
"Do. And, Ronald dear, before he comes I think you might lock up that novel you got the other day. I haven't read it, of course, but from what you told me I don't think——"
"There's nothing in the novel half so risqué as the things Minnie frequently says. I hope you'll make her understand "
"I thought you said you'd speak to her."
"I shall, about the smoking. The other warning will come better from you. When does the bishop arrive?"
"He may be here to-morrow," said Mrs. Mendel. "His plans appear to be rather unsettled. He is to drop in on us whenever he finds himself in this neighbourhood. Your mother says we're to have a room ready for him. Be sure to give Mr. Hutchinson a hint not to leave those sporting papers of his lying about. I wouldn't like the bishop to think we read them. They're—well, not very religious, are they, Ronald?"
"If I know anything of Gilbert Hutchinson he'll clear out of this before the bishop arrives. He's not what I call an irreligious man, but I don't think he could stand sitting down to dinner every night with a bishop."
Mr. Hutchinson acted up to his host's expectation. He recollected suddenly that he had an aunt in County Cork, and that it was his duty to pay her ​a visit while he was in Ireland. Minnie, on the other hand, expressed the greatest delight at the prospect of entertaining a bishop.
"There are one or two things I want you to be careful about," Ronald said to her. "When we have a bishop in the house——"
"Don't start lecturing me about the proper way to treat the clergy," said Minnie. "Bessie Langworthy, who is my greatest friend, happens to be married to a canon. I spent last Easter with them and lived for a fortnight in a cathedral close. What I don't know about the habits and tastes of Church dignitaries isn't worth mentioning."
"I suppose he'll want a sitting-room to himself," said Mrs. Mendel. "We shall have to turn your smoking-room into a study, Ronald."
"Sanctum is the proper word," said Minnie. "Bessie Langworthy's husband has a sanctum, not a study."
"I don't see," said Ronald, "how my smoking-room can be turned into a sanctuary without going to enormous expense."
"That remark," said Minnie, "shows how little you know about the clergy. A sanctum is as different as possible from a sanctuary. If you'd ever been inside Bessie Langworthy's husband's sanctum, you'd see the absurdity of what you say."
Mrs. Mendel interposed to save her husband's dignity.
"I hunted about the house this afternoon," she ​said, "and found a few books that we might put there for him. They were stacked away in the box-room, but I had them brought down and dusted. There are five volumes by a man called Paley, who seems to have been an archdeacon. I glanced into them and they looked all right. They are theology, aren't they, Ronald?"
"They won't do at all," said Minnie. "Bishops don't read books of that sort. What we want in the sanctum is a few novels of a rather—— You know the sort I mean, Ronald. I see that you have got 'On the Edge of a Precipice.' Now that would be the exact thing."
"Minnie," said Mrs. Mendel, "surely you haven't read that book! Ronald, I told you not to let it out of the smoking-room."
"Of course I've read it," said Minnie. "That's how I know the bishop will like it. Bessie Langworthy's busband, who is a canon——"
"I won't give that book to any bishop," said Ronald.
"I'm not asking you to force it on him," said Minnie. "I simply say that it should be left in the sanctum so that he can get it when he wants it. Bessie Langworthy's husband——"
"Bessie Langworthy's husband be hanged!"
"If you swear while the bishop's here, Ronald," said Minnie, "you'll shock him. I must also have a pound of tobacco for the sanctum; not cigars. Bishops don't smoke cigars. The reason is that it ​doesn't do for them to appear opulent, especially nowadays when people are so down on the Church. I'll have a box of my own cigarettes on the chimney- piece in case he doesn't care for a pipe."
"That reminds me," said Ronald, "that I can't have you smoking cigarettes all over the house while he's here."
"My dear Ronald! Don't be perfectly absurd. Bessie Langworthy's husband supplied me with cigarettes while I was there. Church dignitaries like women who smoke. It's a pleasant variety for them. Their own wives never do. By the way, is this bishop married?"
"Is he married?" said Ronald to his wife.
"Your mother doesn't say." She referred to the letter as she spoke. "Anyhow, his wife, if he has a wife, isn't with him."
"That's a comfort," said Minnie. "I could never have got on with a Mrs. Bishop. Now, if you two will excuse me, I'll go and give some instructions to the servants. There are a few things they mightn't be up to if they're not accustomed to bishops."
"I suppose," said Ronald, "that you know exactly how gaiters and aprons ought to be folded."
"Really Minnie," said Mrs. Mendel, "I think you'd better leave the servants to me."
"Certainly not," said Minnie. "You know no more about bishops than they do. You'd simply make a muddle, and what we want is to give the ​poor man a really pleasant time while he's with us."
"Ronald," said Mrs. Mendel a few minutes later, "I'm afraid that Minnie——"
Ronald lit a cigar gloomily.
"Your mother," she went on, "won't like the flippant way in which Minnie evidently means to treat the bishop. When she hears about it she'll blame us."
"I rather think," said Ronald, "that I'd better go down to Cork and pay a visit to Gilbert Hutchinson's aunt till this business is over."
"If only Minnie would do that! But of course she won't. She's enjoying herself."

#### II

Two days later the bishop arrived. It was half past four o'clock when he drove up to the doors. Ronald was out on the river. Mrs. Mendel and Minnie were in the drawing-room waiting for afternoon tea to be brought to them. The bishop was a young man, as bishops go. He did not look more than forty-five, but his face was lean and heavily lined. He gave Mrs. Mendel the impression of being a man of severe integrity, very little inclined to human weaknesses. She greeted him nervously.
"I expect," said Minnie, cheerfully, "that you'd like to wash your hands before tea."
​"Thank you," said the bishop; "I've had a long drive."
Mrs. Mendel wished to ring the bell and summon a servant, but Minnie insisted on showing the bishop to his room. Before leaving him she glanced at his clothes, which were dusty.
"I dare say," she said, "that you'd like the loan of a clothes-brush. Ronald's dressing-room is next door. I'll get you one."
"Thanks," said the bishop, "but I see my bag is here, and I have a clothes-brush of my own."
"I thought," said Minnie, "that being a missionary bishop, you might perhaps——"
"Missionary bishops are poor, of course; but I have managed to save up enough to buy a clothes-brush."
"That's not what I meant. My idea was that, having lived so long among people who wear no clothes, you might have got out of the habit——"
"I assure you," said the bishop, "that our Indian fellow subjects dress most decorously."
"How nice of them! You must tell us all about them later on. Tea will be ready in the drawing- room and I mustn't keep you now. By the way, do you object to China tea?"
"No. I prefer it."
"That's all right. I merely asked because I thought you might consider it your duty to drink nothing but Indian tea with a view to attracting the natives to church."
​Mrs. Mendel, who was deeply impressed by the austerity of the bishop's appearance, grasped the opportunity of Minnie's absence. She slipped into the smoking-room, removed "On the Edge of a Precipice," and placed the five volumes of Paley's works in a row on the table. She got back to the drawing-room in time to pour out tea for the bishop. He only drank one cup and took nothing to eat. This distressed Mrs. Mendel. She was accustomed to enjoying a solid meal at five o'clock and she regarded the bishop's abstinence as a kind of asceticism. Minnie talked fluently about golf, a subject which seemed only moderately interesting to the bishop. He said very little, but gazed at Minnie with an expression of some bewilderment. When it became quite clear that he did not mean to drink any more tea, she put down her cup and saucer and stood up.
"The bishop," she said, "would like to see his sanctum at once."
"My sanctum!" he said. "Have I one?"
"Yes," said Minnie, "you have. I arranged it for you myself. It used to be Ronald's smoking-room, but——"
"I mustn't turn Mr. Mendel out of his room," said the bishop. "It's bad enough to come here as an uninvited guest. I don't want to put you all to unnecessary inconvenience."
"It's a pleasure to us," said Minnie. "We know that a bishop can't get on without a sanctum. My ​friend Bessie Langworthy's husband has one, and he's only a canon."
The bishop, smiling apologetically, followed her out of the drawing-room.
"Here we are," she said, opening a door for him. "I hope you'll find it comfortable. I dare say now that you'd like to meditate a little over your sermon."
"Do I preach while I'm here?" The bishop asked the question in a tone of surprise.
"No," said Minnie. "Not unless you particularly want to. We shan't ask you to. As a matter of fact, we none of us like sermons. But you will have to preach again some time, I suppose."
"Yes; but not for a few weeks."
"Still, you'll naturally want to meditate over your sermon whenever it has to be preached. You can't meditate too much beforehand. Bessie Langworthy's husband always went to his sanctum after tea to meditate over his sermon."
She paused for an instant and then winked at the bishop. He started violently.
"My own impression is," she added, "that he generally went to sleep."
Her eye lit on the five volumes of Paley as she spoke.
"Dear me," she said, "I thought I had those books cleared away! You don't want them, do you?"
​The bishop took the volume containing the "Christian Evidences" and looked at it.
"I read Paley some years ago," he said, "and I don't think I want to read him again."
"Quite right," said Minnie. "I'll get you a different sort of book. There was an excellent one here this morning called, 'On the Edge of a Precipice.' My sister-in-law must have carried it off. I'll fetch it."
"Please don't. If she's reading it "
"She isn't. Or if she is she ought not to be. It's not at all a proper book."
"Perhaps," said the bishop, "I'd better stick to Paley, after all. The novel may be exciting."
"It is, very."
"Then it might disturb my meditation, and I was up early this morning."
"Don't say another word," said Minnie. "You're perfectly right. Dinner is at eight. If I find that you haven't heard the dressing-gong, I'll come and knock you up myself."
She left the room, but came back again a few minutes later. The bishop, with a volume of Paley on his knee, was stretched in a deep chair.
"Excuse me," said Minnie. "I left a box of cigarettes here. Why didn't you take one?"
"Thank you," said the bishop, "but I don't smoke."
Minnie took a cigarette from the box and lit it.
"Ronald thinks," she said, "that you'll be ​shocked at my smoking; but I told him you wouldn't mind. Bessie Langworthy's husband keeps a special box of cigarettes for me when I am with them."
"I should rather like to meet Canon Langworthy," said the bishop. "He seems to be quite a remarkable man."
"He's a dear," said Minnie. "You're sure you don't mind my smoking?"
"There is a prejudice against ladies adopting the habit," said the bishop.
"So silly, isn't it? It's not really wrong, you know, not like marrying your deceased sister's husband."
"That," said the bishop, "is distinctly forbidden in the Prayer-book."
"Quite so," said Minnie, "and even if it wasn't, I shouldn't dream of doing it. I don't see how any self-respecting girl could put up with a second-hand husband. When I marry—— But I really mustn't disturb you any more. Your sermon will be on your mind."
The bishop thought, but was not quite certain, that she winked again, as she left the room.
Dinner, that night, began badly, because Ronald insisted on trying to talk about a recent Church congress in which the bishop had taken a leading part. He was aware that there had been a prolonged discussion about the Athanasian Creed, and he tried to discover, by a series of caution ques​tions, the bishop's opinion about the public recitation of that formula. But the bishop answered very vaguely, and did not appear to be much interested in the Athanasian Creed. He had, he thought, intercepted with his foot a kick which Minnie meant to reach her sister-in-law. It seemed to him that she was trying to call Mrs. Mendel's attention to the fact that there was something humorous about the discussion which Ronald had started. The idea of finding a latent joke in the Athanasian Creed was new to the bishop. He felt embarrassed and was afraid to commit himself to any remark, lest he should, unconsciously, contribute to the merriment in Minnie's eyes. Before the fish-plates were taken away Ronald's effort collapsed. He looked piteously at his wife, mutely urging her to start a fresh and more congenial topic. It was Minnie who came to the rescue of the party. She asked the bishop whether he knew how to crack the joint of his nose. He set down his wineglass abruptly and looked hard at her. Then he said that he did not believe that either his or any other nose had a joint. Ronald, frowning severely, said that the idea of cracking a nose was absurd. Minnie maintained that the thing could be done. By way of proving that she spoke the truth she seized her own nose, pulled it slowly down, gave it a sudden twist toward her left cheek, and produced a sharp click. The bishop appeared surprised, and asked her to be good enough to do it again. Ronald muttered something ​about monkey tricks. Minnie repeated her performance and this time the click sounded louder than before. Foreseeing that conversation with the bishop might be difficult, she had come down to dinner with a small watch in her hand. By snapping the case at the proper moment she secured an excellent effect. The bishop, greatly to the amusement of the servants, tried his own nose. Ronald, looking angrily at his sister, explained the trick.
"I thought," said Minnie, "that you'd like to know how to do it. With a little practice you'll be able to take in anybody. These little arts are so useful abroad, aren't they? I'm sure you'd find a thing like that most attractive to the heathen."
The bishop laughed suddenly. It may have been the idea of teaching high-caste Hindus to crack their noses that moved him. It may have been the way in which Minnie smiled at him. He seemed, for the rest of the evening, to prefer her conversation to Ronald's efforts to get back to the more orthodox subject of the Athanasian Creed.

#### III

It was that pleasant hour of the day between afternoon tea and the sounding of the gong which gives warning of the approach of dinner-time. Ronald Mendel and his wife sat on the gravel sweep in front of the house.
​"Tomorrow," he said, with a sigh of satisfaction, "that bishop goes."
"I think," said Mrs. Mendel, "that he has enjoyed his visit. Your mother is greatly pleased. I had a letter from her this morning in which she said that she'd heard from him and——"
"Nothing could be more outrageous than Minnie's behaviour from start to finish. I've never for a moment felt safe. I've sat, so to speak, on the edge of a volcano."
"She took him off our hands," said Mrs. Mendel. "Be a little grateful, Ronald."
"She ought to be whipped."
"Ronald dear!"
"Well, she ought. Fortunately, I don't believe he understood half she said. Besides, I don't approve of dragging bishops into dangerous places. He came in wet to the waist the day she took him up the river in the punt. She must have upset him."
"He didn't seem to mind."
"No, but I did. I may not be much of a man for going to church, but I think bishops ought to be treated with some respect."
"Still," said Mrs. Mendel, "your mother seems greatly pleased."
"She won't be when she sees him. I don't know how Minnie managed it, but his face is all scratched."
"That happened when she took him out to gather ​blackberries. It doesn't seem to have been her fault. He said he slipped and rolled down a bank."
"Bishops ought not to be taken near banks of that sort," said Ronald. "And yesterday I found him reading 'On the Edge of a Precipice.' If he tells my mother that he got that book in my house I shall never hear the end of it."
"He won't tell her. He has too much sense."
"He has very little sense—less sense than any bishop I ever heard of. Good Lord! Look at him now!"
The bishop and Minnie emerged from the shrubbery at the far end of the lawn. Their appearance justified an exclamation. Minnie had grasped the bishop's wrists and was towing him towards the house. He was hanging back; but every now and then Minnie, exerting herself her full strength, succeeded in breaking into a trot. The bishop appeared to be a good deal embarrassed. Ronald took his pipe out of his mouth and laid it on the ground beside him.
"Congratulate me at once," said Minnie, breathlessly, "both of you, without an instant's delay. The bishop and I are engaged to be married."
"If this is any kind of a joke," said Ronald, "it strikes me as being in remarkably bad taste."
"It's not a joke," said Minnie. "It's quite true. Isn't it, Harold? Didn't you say your name was Harold?"
​"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."