But Mrs.Proudie interrogated him and then lectured.

"Neither thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant," said she impressively, and more than once, as though Mr.Harding had forgotten the words.

She shook her finger at him as she quoted the favourite law, as though menacing him with punishment, and then called upon him categorically to state whether he did not think that travelling on the Sabbath was an abomination and a desecration.
Mr.Harding had never been so hard pressed in his life.

He felt that he ought to rebuke the lady for presuming so to talk to a gentleman and a clergyman many years her senior, but he recoiled from the idea of scolding the bishop's wife, in the bishop's presence, on his first visit to the palace; moreover, to tell the truth, he was somewhat afraid of her.

She, seeing him sit silent and absorbed, by no means refrained from the attack.
"I hope, Mr.Harding," said she, shaking her head slowly and solemnly, "I hope you will not leave me to think that you approve of Sabbath travelling," and she looked a look of unutterable meaning into his eyes.
There was no standing this, for Mr.Slope was now looking at him, and so was the bishop, and so was the archdeacon, who had completed his adieux on that side of the room.