As might have been expected, the great folk did not seem surprised at his presence, or to take any particular notice of his attire, the fact being that such people never are surprised.

A Zulu chief in full war dress would only excite a friendly interest in their breasts.

On the contrary they recognised vaguely that the old gentleman was something out of the common run, and as such worth cultivating.

Indeed the Prime Minister, hearing casually that he was a clergyman from Wales, asked to be introduced to him, and at once fell into conversation about tithes, a subject of which Mr.Granger was thoroughly master.
Presently they went down to dinner, Mr.Granger escorting the wife of the Bishop, a fat and somewhat apoplectic lady, blessed with an excellent appetite.

On his other side was the Prime Minister, and between the two he got on very well, especially after a few glasses of wine.