The bishop himself actually wore the visible apron, and trusted mainly to that--to that and his title, both being facts which could not be overlooked.

The archdeacon knew his subject and really understood the business of bishoping, which the others did not, and this was his strong ground.

Mrs.Proudie had her sex to back her, and her habit of command, and was nothing daunted by the high tone of Dr.Grantly's face and figure.

Mr.Slope had only himself and his own courage and tact to depend on, but he nevertheless was perfectly self-assured, and did not doubt but that he should soon get the better of weak men who trusted so much to externals, as both bishop and archdeacon appeared to do.
"Do you reside in Barchester, Dr.Grantly ?" asked the lady with her sweetest smile.
Dr.Grantly explained that he lived in his own parish of Plumstead Episcopi, a few miles out of the city.

Whereupon the lady hoped that the distance was not too great for country visiting, as she would be so glad to make the acquaintance of Mrs.Grantly.She would take the earliest opportunity, after the arrival of her horses at Barchester; their horses were at present in London; their horses were not immediately coming down, as the bishop would be obliged, in a few days, to return to town.