He is not like his predecessor, who was like a sop in milk, who only knew how to pray, and trembled before the last-made canon.

He is quite capable of going down into the choir one evening and turning them all out with blows from his crozier.

It is more than two months since he has been down into the Cathedral, neither has he seen the canons.

The last time they sent a deputation to the palace everybody trembled.

They went to propose I know not what reform to the Primate, and they began by saying, 'My lord, the Chapter thinks--.' Don Sebastian, turned into a basilisk, interrupted them, 'The Chapter cannot think anything; the Chapter has not common sense,' and he turned his back, leaving them petrified.