Remembrance of Theresa, heading the Deadham procession during the inspection of Harchester Cathedral, sandwiched in between him and the Dean, still rankled in her wifely bosom.
"I overpersuaded Miss Bilson to accompany us on the choir treat.

I forgot she must not be regarded as an entirely free agent.

She has shown interest in parish work and really proved very useful and obliging.

Her acquaintance with architecture--the technical terms, too--is unusually accurate for a member of your sex." "Her business is teaching," said the lady.
"And I can't but fear I have been instrumental in her loss of an excellent position." "If her learning is as remarkable as you consider it, she will doubtless soon secure another." "Ah! you're prejudiced, my love.

One cannot but be struck, at times, by the harshness with which even women of high principle, like yourself, judge other women." "Possibly the highness of my principles may be accountable for my judgments--in some cases." "Argument is very unrestful," the vicar remarked, turning over on his side.
"But there would be an end of conversation if I always agreed with you." "Tut--tut," he murmured.