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422 MEN AND WOMEN
What, you want, do you, to come unawares,
Sweeping the church up for first morning-prayers,
And find a poor devil at end of his cares
At the foot of your rotten-planked rat-riddled stairs?
Do I carry the moon in my pocket?
LXVII
BISHOP BLOUGRAM'S APOLOGY
No more wine? Then we'll push back chairs and talk.
A final glass for me, tho'; cool, i'faith I
We ought to have our Abbey back, you see.
It's different, preaching in basilicas,
And doing duty in some masterpiece
Like this of brother Pugin's, bless his heart I
I doubt if they're half baked, those ch alk rosettes,
Ciphers and stucco-twiddlings everywhere;
It's just like breathing in a lime-kiln: ell?
These hot long ceremonies of our church
Cost us a little-oh, they pay the price,
You take me-amply pay it I Now, we'll talk.
So, you despise me, 1\1r. Gigadibs.
No deprecation,-nay, I beg you, sir I
Beside 'tis our engagement: don't you know,
I promised, if you'd watch a dinner out,
We'd see truth dawn together ?-truth that peeps
Over the glass's edge when dinner's done,
And body gets its sop and holds its noise
And leaves soul free a little. Now's the time­
'Tis break of day I You do despise me then.
And if I say, " despise me,"-never fear-
I know you do not in a certain sense-----
Not in my arm-chair for example: here,
I well imagine you respect my place
(Status, entourage, worldly circumstance)
Quite to its value-very much indeed
-Are up to the protesting eyes of you
In pride at being seated here for once--
You'll turn it to such capital account I
'When somebody, through years and years to come,
lIints of the bishop,-names me-that's enough­
.. Blougram? I knew him "-{into it you slide)
" Dined with him once, a Corpus Christi Day,
All alone, we two-he's a clever man-
And after dinner,-why, the wine you know,-
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