But 'tis certain that their ladyships at Castlewood never once thought of being shocked, but sate listening to the parson's funny tales, until the chapel bell, clinking for afternoon service, summoned his reverence away for half an hour.
There was no sermon.

He would be back in the drinking of a bottle of Burgundy.

Mr.Will called a fresh one, and the chaplain tossed off a glass ere he ran out.
Ere the half-hour was over, Mr.Chaplain was back again bawling for another bottle.

This discussed, they joined the ladies, and a couple of card-tables were set out, as, indeed, they were for many hours every day, at which the whole of the family party engaged.

Madame de Bernstein could beat any one of her kinsfolk at piquet, and there was only Mr.
Chaplain in the whole circle who was at all a match for her ladyship.
In this easy manner the Sabbath-day passed.