There was no other sanctuary so good for him.
As he walked slowly down the nave, and then up one aisle, and then again down the nave and up the other aisle, he tried to think gravely of the step he was about to take.

He was going to give up eight hundred a year voluntarily; and doom himself to live for the rest of his life on about a hundred and fifty.

He knew that he had hitherto failed to realise this fact as he ought to do.

Could he maintain his own independence and support his daughter on a hundred and fifty pounds a year without being a burden on anyone?
His son-in-law was rich, but nothing could induce him to lean on his son-in-law after acting, as he intended to do, in direct opposition to his son-in-law's counsel.

The bishop was rich, but he was about to throw away the bishop's best gift, and that in a manner to injure materially the patronage of the giver: he could neither expect nor accept anything further from the bishop.