But then I have been very deaf during my later decades.
Bishop Luscombe may perhaps however be made more amusing to the reader than he was to me in the Embassy chapel by the following fragment of his experience.

The Bishop arrived one day at Paddington, and could not find his luggage.

He called a porter to find it for him, telling him the name to be read on the articles.

The man, very busy with other people, answered hurriedly, "You must go to hell for your luggage." Now, Luscombe, who was a somewhat pompous and very _bishopy_ man, was dreadfully shocked, and felt, as he said, as if the porter had struck him in the face.

In extreme indignation he demanded where he could speak with any of the authorities, and was told that "the Board" was then sitting up stairs.