Woe betide the recreant housemaid who is found to have been listening to the honey of a sweetheart in the Regent's park instead of the soul-stirring evening discourse of Mr.Slope.

Not only is she sent adrift, but she is so sent with a character which leaves her little hope of a decent place.

Woe betide the six-foot hero who escorts Mrs.Proudie to her pew in red plush breeches, if he slips away to the neighbouring beer-shop, instead of falling into the back seat appropriated to his use.

Mrs.Proudie has the eyes of Argus for such offenders.

Occasional drunkenness in the week may be overlooked, for six feet on low wages are hardly to be procured if the morals are always kept at a high pitch, but not even for grandeur or economy will Mrs.Proudie forgive a desecration of the Sabbath.
In such matters Mrs.Proudie allows herself to be often guided by that eloquent preacher, the Rev.Mr.Slope, and as Dr.Proudie is guided by his wife, it necessarily follows that the eminent man we have named has obtained a good deal of control over Dr.Proudie in matters concerning religion.