"You will find the lanes so very muddy; and our bishop, you know, is apt to notice such things.

Do be persuaded." "Notice what things ?" demanded Mr.Crawley, in an indignant tone.
"He, or perhaps she rather, will say how dirty your shoes were when you came to the palace." "If he, or she, can find nothing unclean about me but my shoes, let them say their worst.

I shall be very indifferent.

I have long ceased, Mr.Robarts, to care much what any man or woman may say about my shoes.

Good morning." Then he stalked on, clutching and crushing in his hand the bishop, and the bishop's wife, and the whole diocese,--and all the Church of England.