He had been instructed by the bishop to inform Mr.Harding that the appointment would now be made at once.

The bishop was of course only too happy to be able to be the means of restoring to Mr.Harding the preferment which he had so long adorned.

And then by degrees Mr.Slope had introduced the subject of the pretty school which he hoped before long to see attached to the hospital.

He had quite fascinated Mrs.Bold by his description of this picturesque, useful, and charitable appendage, and she had gone so far as to say that she had no doubt her father would approve, and that she herself would gladly undertake a class.
Anyone who had heard the entirely different tone and seen the entirely different manner in which Mr.Slope had spoken of this projected institution to the daughter and to the father could not have failed to own that Mr.Slope was a man of genius.

He said nothing to Mrs.Bold about the hospital sermons and services, nothing about the exclusion of the old men from the cathedral, nothing about dilapidation and painting, nothing about carting away the rubbish.
Eleanor had said to herself that certainly she did not like Mr.Slope personally, but that he was a very active, zealous clergyman and would no doubt be useful in Barchester.