Such an attack upon us, coming from such a quarter, is abominable." "Abominable," groaned the dean.

"Abominable," muttered the meagre doctor.

"Abominable," re-echoed the chancellor, uttering the sound from the bottom of his deep chest.

"I really think it was," said Mr.
Harding.
"Most abominable and most unjustifiable," continued the archdeacon.
"But, Mr.Dean, thank God, that pulpit is still our own: your own, I should say.

That pulpit belongs solely to the dean and chapter of Barchester Cathedral, and as yet Mr.Slope is no part of that chapter.