Yes?
THE WOMAN'S VOICE. The Archbishop of York, to see the President.
BARNABAS [_hoarse with rage_] Have him in. I'll talk to the scoundrel.
BURGE-LUBIN [_releasing the button_] Not while you are in this state.
BARNABAS [_reaching furiously for his button and holding it down_] Send
the Archbishop in at once.
BURGE-LUBIN. If you lose your temper, Barnabas, remember that we shall
be two to one.
_The Archbishop enters. He has a white band round his throat, set in a
black stock. He wears a sort of kilt of black ribbons, and soft black
boots that button high up on his calves. His costume does not differ
otherwise from that of the President and the Accountant General; but
its color scheme is black and white. He is older than the Reverend Bill
Haslam was when he wooed Miss Savvy Barnabas; but he is recognizably the
same man. He does not look a day over fifty, and is very well preserved
even at that; but his boyishness of manner is quite gone: he now has
complete authority and self-possession: in fact the President is a
little afraid of him; and it seems quite natural and inevitable that he
should speak fast.
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