For myself, I don't think that any decent young woman should be subjected to the nuisance of being in the same room with that man." And so the two clergymen parted, Mr.Harding going to his daughter's house, and the archdeacon seeking the seclusion of his brougham.
The new inhabitants of the palace did not express any higher opinion of their visitors than their visitors had expressed of them.

Though they did not use quite such strong language as Dr.Grantly had done, they felt as much personal aversion, and were quite as well aware as he was that there would be a battle to be fought, and that there was hardly room for Proudieism in Barchester as long as Grantlyism was predominant.
Indeed, it may be doubted whether Mr.Slope had not already within his breast a better prepared system of strategy, a more accurately defined line of hostile conduct than the archdeacon.

Dr.Grantly was going to fight because he found that he hated the man.

Mr.Slope had predetermined to hate the man because he foresaw the necessity of fighting him.

When he had first reviewed the _carte du pays_ previous to his entry into Barchester, the idea had occurred to him of conciliating the archdeacon, of cajoling and flattering him into submission, and of obtaining the upper hand by cunning instead of courage.