He had great pleasure in making himself acquainted with Dr.Grantly; he had heard much of the archdeacon's good works in that part of the diocese in which his duties as archdeacon had been exercised (thus purposely ignoring the archdeacon's hitherto unlimited dominion over the diocese at large).

He was aware that his lordship depended greatly on the assistance which Dr.Grantly would be able to give him in that portion of his diocese.

He then thrust out his hand and, grasping that of his new foe, bedewed it unmercifully.

Dr.Grantly in return bowed, looked stiff, contracted his eyebrows, and wiped his hand with his pocket-handkerchief.
Nothing abashed, Mr.Slope then noticed the precentor and descended to the grade of the lower clergy.

He gave him a squeeze of the hand, damp indeed, but affectionate, and was very glad to make the acquaintance of Mr .-- oh yes, Mr.Harding; he had not exactly caught the name.