I wonder how the dean will feel when he hears of it! I do, indeed.

For the dean, though he is an idle, useless man, with no church principles, and no real piety, still he has a conscience.

I think he has a conscience." "I'm sure he has, my dear." "Well;--let us hope so.

And if he has a conscience, what must be his feelings when he hears that this creature whom he brought into the diocese has been committed to gaol along with common felons." "Not with felons, my dear; at least, I should think not." "I say with common felons! A downright robbery of twenty pounds, just as though he had broken into the bank! And so he did, with sly artifice, which is worse in such hands than a crowbar.

And now what are we to do?
Here is Thursday, and something must be done before Sunday for the souls of those poor benighted creatures at Hogglestock." Mrs.Proudie was ready for the battle, and was even now sniffing the blood afar-off.