I once had thoughts of being a bishop, myself." "Had thoughts of being a bishop!" said Dr.Proudie, much amazed.
"That is, a parson--a parson first, you know, and a bishop afterwards.
If I had once begun, I'd have stuck to it.

But, on the whole, I like the Church of Rome the best." The bishop could not discuss the point, so he remained silent.
"Now, there's my father," continued Bertie; "he hasn't stuck to it.
I fancy he didn't like saying the same thing over so often.

By the by, Bishop, have you seen my father ?" The bishop was more amazed than ever.

Had he seen his father?
"No," he replied; he had not yet had the pleasure: he hoped he might; and, as he said so, he resolved to bear heavy on that fat, immovable rector, if ever he had the power of doing so.
"He's in the room somewhere," said Bertie, "and he'll turn up soon.
By the by, do you know much about the Jews ?" At last the bishop saw a way out.

"I beg your pardon," said he, "but I'm forced to go round the room." "Well--I believe I'll follow in your wake," said Bertie.