The Bishop and Other Stories

"She bade me tell your holiness," the lay brother went on, "that she would come to-morrow. She had a little girl with her--her grandchild, I suppose. They are staying at Ovsyannikov's inn." "What time is it now?" "A little after eleven." "Oh, how vexing " The bishop sat for a little while in the parlour, hesitating, and as it were refusing to believe it was so late. His arms and legs were stiff, his head ached.