"I believe it's a hundred and thirty pounds a year," she said, before the bishop had collected his thoughts sufficiently for a reply.
"I think we must find out, first of all, whether he is really to be shut up in prison," said the bishop.
"And suppose he is not to be shut up.

Suppose they have been weak, or untrue to their duty--and from what we know of the magistrates of Barsetshire, there is too much reason to suppose that they will have been so; suppose they have let him out, is he to go about like a roaring lion--among the souls of the people ?" The bishop shook in his shoes.

When Mrs.Proudie began to talk of the souls of the people he always shook in his shoes.

She had an eloquent way of raising her voice over the word souls that was qualified to make any ordinary man shake in his shoes.

The bishop was a conscientious man, and well knew that poor Mr.Crawley, even though he might have become a thief under terrible temptation, would not roar at Hogglestock to the injury of any man's soul.