You tell her what I call her, and if she complains of the name, I'll unsay it." It may therefore be supposed that Dr.Thorne, and Mrs.Thorne, and the archdeacon, knew each other intimately, and understood each other's feelings on these matters.
It was quite true that the palace party was inimical to Mr.Crawley.
Mr.Crawley undoubtedly was poor, and had not been so submissive to episcopal authority as it behoves any clergyman to be whose loaves and fishes are scanty.

He had raised his back more than once against orders emanating from the palace in a manner that had made the hairs on the head of the bishop's wife to stand almost on end, and had taken as much upon himself as though his living had been worth twelve hundred a year.

Mrs.Proudie, almost as energetic in her language as the archdeacon, had called him a beggarly perpetual curate.

"We must have perpetual curates, my dear," the bishop had said.

"They should know their places then.