I'm sure Mr.Boyce will be very much obliged to you and Miss Crawley.

Good-night, my dear." "Good-night, Mrs.Boyce; and be sure you don't let Mr.Swanton be long to-morrow." To this parting shot Mrs.Boyce made no rejoinder; but she hurried out of the church somewhat the quicker for it, and closed the door after her with something of a slam.
Of all persons clergymen are the most irreverent in the handling of things supposed to be sacred, and next to them clergymen's wives, and after them those other ladies, old or young, who take upon themselves semi-clerical duties.

And it is natural that it should be so; for is it not said that familiarity does breed contempt?
When a parson takes his lay friend over his church on a week day, how much less of the spirit of genuflexion and head-uncovering the clergyman will display than the layman! The parson pulls about the woodwork and knocks about the stonework, as though it were mere wood and stone; and talks aloud in the aisle, and treats even the reading-desk as a common thing; whereas the visitor whispers gently, and carries himself as though even in looking at a church he was bound to regard himself as performing some service that was half divine.

Now Lily Dale and Grace Crawley were both accustomed to churches, and had been so long at work in this church for the last two days, that the building had lost to them much of its sacredness, and they were almost as irreverent as though they were two curates.
"I am so glad she has gone," said Lily.

"We shall have to stop here for the next hour, as Gregory won't know what to take away and what to leave.