She wears a
Dianesque tunic instead of a blouse, and a silver coronet instead of a
gold fillet. Her dress otherwise is not markedly different from that
of the men, who rise as she enters, and incline their heads with
instinctive awe. She comes to the vacant chair between Barnabas and
Confucius._
BURGE-LUBIN [_resolutely genial and gallant_] Delighted to see you, Mrs
Lutestring.
CONFUCIUS. We are honored by your celestial presence.
BARNABAS. Good day, madam.
THE ARCHBISHOP. I have not had the pleasure of meeting you before. I am
the Archbishop of York.
MRS LUTESTRING. Surely we have met, Mr Archbishop. I remember your face.
We--[_she checks herself suddenly_] Ah, no: I remember now: it was
someone else. [_She sits down_]. They all sit down.
THE ARCHBISHOP [_also puzzled_] Are you sure you are mistaken? I also
have some association with your face, Mrs Lutestring. Something like a
door opening continually and revealing you. And a smile of welcome when
you recognized me. Did you ever open a door for me, I wonder?
MRS LUTESTRING. I often opened a door for the person you have just
reminded me of.
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