But what was such a person as Dr.
Grantly to do when such another person as Mr.Slope was put forward as his antagonist?
If he, our archdeacon, refused the combat, Mr.Slope would walk triumphant over the field, and have the diocese of Barchester under his heel.
If, on the other hand, the archdeacon accepted as his enemy the man whom the new puppet bishop put before him as such, he would have to talk about Mr.Slope, and write about Mr.Slope, and in all matters treat with Mr.Slope, as a being standing, in some degree, on ground similar to his own.

He would have to meet Mr.Slope, to--Bah! the idea was sickening.

He could not bring himself to have to do with Mr.Slope.
"He is the most thoroughly bestial creature that ever I set my eyes upon," said the archdeacon.
"Who--the bishop ?" asked the other innocently.
"Bishop! no--I'm not talking about the bishop.

How on earth such a creature got ordained!--they'll ordain anybody now, I know, but he's been in the church these ten years, and they used to be a little careful ten years ago." "Oh! You mean Mr.Slope." "Did you ever see any animal less like a gentleman ?" asked Dr.
Grantly.
"I can't say I felt myself much disposed to like him." "Like him!" again shouted the doctor, and the assenting ravens again cawed an echo; "of course, you don't like him: it's not a question of liking.

But what are we to do with him ?" "Do with him ?" asked Mr.Harding.
"Yes--what are we to do with him?
How are we to treat him?
There he is, and there he'll stay.