If Mr.Harding is fool enough to tell his tale, we can also tell ours.

The place was offered to him, and he refused it.
It has now been given to someone else, and there's an end of it.

At least I should think so." "Well, my dear, I rather believe you are right," said the bishop, and sneaking out of the room, he went downstairs, troubled in his mind as to how he should receive the archdeacon on the morrow.

He felt himself not very well just at present, and began to consider that he might, not improbably, be detained in his room the next morning by an attack of bile.

He was, unfortunately, very subject to bilious annoyances.
"Mr.Slope, indeed! I'll Slope him," said the indignant matron to her listening progeny.