She hated the name of Reform so much that she could not bring herself to believe in Mr.Disraeli and his bill.

For many years she had believed in Lord Derby.

She would fain believe in him still if she could.

It was the great desire of her heart to have some one in whom she believed.

In the bishop of her diocese she did believe, and annually sent him some little comforting present from her own hand.
And in two or three of the clergymen around her she believed, finding in them a flavour of the unascetic godliness of ancient days which was gratifying to her palate.