He would not willingly alter his own fashion of dress, but he could people Barchester with young clergymen dressed in the longest frocks and in the highest-breasted silk waistcoats.

He certainly was not prepared to cross himself, or to advocate the real presence, but without going this length there were various observances, by adopting which he could plainly show his antipathy to such men as Dr.Proudie and Mr.Slope.
All these things passed through his mind as he paced up and down the close with Mr.Harding.War, war, internecine war was in his heart.
He felt that, as regarded himself and Mr.Slope, one of the two must be annihilated as far as the city of Barchester was concerned, and he did not intend to give way until there was not left to him an inch of ground on which he could stand.

He still flattered himself that he could make Barchester too hot to hold Mr.Slope, and he had no weakness of spirit to prevent his bringing about such a consummation if it were in his power.
"I suppose Susan must call at the palace," said Mr.Harding.
"Yes, she shall call there, but it shall be once and once only.
I dare say 'the horses' won't find it convenient to come out to Plumstead very soon, and when that once is done the matter may drop." "I don't suppose Eleanor need call.

I don't think Eleanor would get on at all well with Mrs.Proudie." "Not the least necessity in life," replied the archdeacon, not without the reflexion that a ceremony which was necessary for his wife might not be at all binding on the widow of John Bold.

"Not the slightest reason on earth why she should do so, if she doesn't like it.