How the archdeacon rubbed his hands and plumed himself on the success of his last move.

He could not himself descend into the arena with Slope, but Arabin would have no such scruples.

Arabin was exactly the man for such work, and the only man whom he knew that was fit for it.
The archdeacon's good humour and high buoyancy continued till, when reclining on his pillow, Mrs.Grantly commenced to give him her view of the state of affairs at Barchester.

And then certainly he was startled.

The last words he said that night were as follows: "If she does, by heaven I'll never speak to her again.