Thedooropenedsuddenly；andMr。Bishopriggsappearedwiththedinner。AnnenervouslyseparatedherselffromArnold。TheoneavailableeyeofMr。Bishopriggsfollowedherreproachfully，asheputthedishesonthetable。
“Iwarnedyebaith，itwasacleanimpossibilitytoknockatthedoorthistime。Don’tblameme，youngmadam——don’tblame_me!“_
“Wherewillyousit？“askedArnold，bywayofdivertingAnne’sattentionfromthefamiliaritiesofFatherBishopriggs。
“Anywhere!“sheanswered，impatiently；snatchingupachair，andplacingitatthebottomofthetable。
Mr。Bishopriggspolitely，butfirmly，putthechairbackagaininitsplace。