The Bishop's Wife Page #2

- We'll have dinner as soon as they leave.

- But what about the chicken?

Don't worry about it,

Matilda, please. Thank you.

Oh, Matilda. My bag.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry I'm so late.

Good evening, Mrs Hamilton. I

was delayed Christmas shopping.

Good evening, Mr Perry, Mrs

Trumbull. Hello, Mrs Ward.

I hope you've been

having a good meeting.

We have not. I've never in my life

encountered such fuzzy thinking.

- Do you think we've made any progress?

- No.

- Mr Perry was about to tell us something.

- Merely a suggestion.

If Mrs Hamilton approves,

we can place the George B Hamilton

Memorial Chapel here on the north-east.

It will be out of sight

there. I won't stand for it.

Mrs Hamilton, this cathedral cannot be

designed for the glory of an individual.

- It has to be created for all the people.

- I'm very displeased at your attitude.

I was instrumental in making you Bishop,

although others thought you too young.

- Is that an exaggeration?

- Oh, yes, Mrs... I mean, no.

- You were the guiding spirit.

- I distinctly remember...

I had confidence in you when you were

a poor little parson in the slums.

I confess my confidence is weakened.

I regret I've been a disappointment.

Regrets are no good whatsoever.

You give me the impression of being

confused, indecisive and ineffectual.

That is not the kind of

leadership we expect of our bishop.

You'd better remember one thing.

You will build that cathedral as I

want it or you will not build it at all.

That's all I have to say.

- Someone get this dog out of the way.

- Julia?

Queenie.

- Goodbye, Mrs Hamilton.

- Good evening, Mrs Brougham.

- Good evening, Mrs Brougham.

- Good evening, Mrs Brougham.

- Can we serve dinner now?

- Yes, Matilda.

- The chicken will be burned to a crisp.

- We'll be right in.

Julia, you knew Mrs Hamilton

was expected this afternoon.

I know, Henry. I'm sorry I was late.

What a ghastly afternoon.

What a ghastly woman.

I have no intention of being

strangled by her purse strings.

I was proud of you.

I had a most un-Christian impulse to give

her a good whack over the... mink coat.

I thought you stood up

to her magnificently.

I appreciate your appreciation

but what about my cathedral?

May I make a suggestion, Henry?

Why not postpone the

cathedral till after Christmas?

Lmpossible. The House of God can't

be put off. This cathedral must rise.

Plenty of rich people

in this town. I'll have

to take advantage of

their Yuletide spirit.

I can see it all now.

The McWhirters, the Hornes, the Van

Deusens, the lunches, the meetings

and you there flattering them.

- Kowtowing to them, begging.

- It's got to be done.

Oh, Henry. If you could

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