Now, Mr.Thumble had ridden the grey cob before, and would much have preferred a gig.

But even the grey cob was better than a gig at his own cost.
"Mamma, there's a man at the gate wanting to come in," said Jane.

"I think he's a clergyman." Mr.Crawley immediately raised his head, though he did not at once leave his chair.

Mrs.Crawley went to the window, and recognized the reverend visitor.

"My dear, it is that Mr.Thumble, who is so much with the bishop." "What does Mr.Thumble want with me ?" "Nay, my dear; he will tell you that himself." But Mrs.Crawley, though she answered him with a voice intended to be cheerful, greatly feared the coming of this messenger from the palace.