He has put his foot in that palace, and he'll never take it out again till he's driven.

How are we to get rid of him ?" "I don't suppose he can do us much harm." "Not do harm!--Well, I think you'll find yourself of a different opinion before a month is gone.

What would you say now, if he got himself put into the hospital?
Would that be harm ?" Mr.Harding mused awhile and then said he didn't think the new bishop would put Mr.Slope into the hospital.
"If he doesn't put him there, he'll put him somewhere else where he'll be as bad.

I tell you that that man, to all intents and purposes, will be Bishop of Barchester!" And again Dr.Grantly raised his hat and rubbed his hand thoughtfully and sadly over his head.
"Impudent scoundrel!" he continued after a while.

"To dare to cross-examine me about the Sunday-schools in the diocese, and Sunday travelling too: I never in my life met his equal for sheer impudence.
Why, he must have thought we were two candidates for ordination!" "I declare I thought Mrs.Proudie was the worst of the two," said Mr.
Harding.
"When a woman is impertinent, one must only put up with it, and keep out of her way in future, but I am not inclined to put up with Mr.Slope.