"Yes, promised," replied the bishop, "and Mrs.Proudie has seen Mrs.Quiverful on the subject." This was quite unexpected on the part of Mr.Slope, but his presence of mind did not fail him, and he turned the statement to his own account.
"Ah, my lord," said he, "we shall all be in scrapes if the ladies interfere." This was too much in unison with my lord's feelings to be altogether unpalatable, and yet such an allusion to interference demanded a rebuke.

My lord was somewhat astounded also, though not altogether made miserable, by finding that there was a point of difference between his wife and his chaplain.
"I don't know what you mean by interference," said the bishop mildly.
"When Mrs.Proudie heard that Mr.Quiverful was to be appointed, it was not unnatural that she should wish to see Mrs.Quiverful about the schools.

I really cannot say that I see any interference." "I only speak, my lord, for your own comfort," said Slope; "for your own comfort and dignity in the diocese.

I can have no other motive.
As far as personal feelings go, Mrs.Proudie is the best friend I have.

I must always remember that.