I believe he is some sharking priest, who has come over to proselytize and plunder.

This being has some powers of conversation and some learning, but he carries the countenance of an arch villain; Platitude is evidently his tool." "Of what religion are you ?" said I to my host.
"That of the Vicar of Wakefield--good, quiet, Church of England, which would live and let live, practises charity, and rails at no one; where the priest is the husband of one wife, takes care of his family and his parish--such is the religion for me, though I confess I have hitherto thought too little of religious matters.

When, however, I have completed this plaguy work on which I am engaged, I hope to be able to devote more attention to them." After some further conversation, the subjects being, if I remember right, college education, priggism, church authority, tomfoolery, and the like, I rose and said to my host, "I must now leave you." "Whither are you going ?" "I do not know." "Stay here, then--you shall be welcome as many days, months, and years as you please to stay." "Do you think I would hang upon another man?
No, not if he were Emperor of all the Chinas.

I will now make my preparations, and then bid you farewell." I retired to my apartment and collected the handful of things which I carried with me on my travels.
"I will walk a little way with you," said my friend on my return.
He walked with me to the park gate; neither of us said anything by the way.

When we had come upon the road I said, "Farewell now; I will not permit you to give yourself any further trouble on my account.