The bishop had truly said that of many of his neighbours he did not know to what Church they belonged; but Father Barham, though he had not as yet been twelve months in the county, knew the name of nearly every Roman Catholic within its borders.
'Your priest is a very zealous man,' said the bishop afterwards to Roger Carbury, 'and I do not doubt but that he is an excellent gentleman; but he is perhaps a little indiscreet.' 'I like him because he is doing the best he can according to his lights; without any reference to his own worldly welfare.' 'That is all very grand, and I am perfectly willing to respect him.
But I do not know that I should care to talk very freely in his company.' 'I am sure he would repeat nothing.' 'Perhaps not; but he would always be thinking that he was going to get the best of me.' 'I don't think it answers,' said Mrs Yeld to her husband as they went home.

'Of course I don't want to be prejudiced; but Protestants are Protestants, and Roman Catholics are Roman Catholics.' 'You may say the same of Liberals and Conservatives, but you wouldn't have them decline to meet each other.' 'It isn't quite the same, my dear.

After all religion is religion.' 'It ought to be,' said the bishop.
'Of course I don't mean to put myself up against you, my dear; but I don't know that I want to meet Mr Barham again.' 'I don't know that I do, either,' said the bishop; 'but if he comes in my way I hope I shall treat him civilly.'.