"And--for all I care--let them be confounded, too.

But if you imagine that the choice and select coteries of a cathedral town, consisting mainly of the relicts of deceased deans, canons, prebendaries and the like, and of maiden aunts, elderly spinsters, and tea-table-haunting curates, are free from gossip--why, you're a singularly innocent person!" "They'd better not begin gossiping about my affairs," said Ransford.
"Otherwise--" "You can't stop them from gossiping about your affairs," interrupted Bryce cheerfully.

"Of course they gossip about your affairs; have gossiped about them; will continue to gossip about them.

It's human nature!" "You've heard them ?" asked Ransford, who was too vexed to keep back his curiosity.

"You yourself ?" "As you are aware, I am often asked out to tea," replied Bryce, "and to garden-parties, and tennis-parties, and choice and cosy functions patronized by curates and associated with crumpets.