No, young man! If I, a priest, am to be insulted by archdeacons and readers, I won't be insulted by you.' 'I assure you I meant no harm.' 'Of course not; you all learn the same trick, and the young ones catch it of the old ones fast enough.

Words smoother than butter, yet very swords.' 'You do not mean to complain of the archdeacon and his companions ?' said Philammon, who of course was boiling over with pugnacious respect for the body to which he belonged.
No answer.
'Why, sir, are they not among the most holy and devoted of men ?' 'Ah--yes,' said his companion, in a tone which sounded very like 'Ah--no.' 'You do not think so ?' asked Philammon bluntly.
'You are young, you are young.

Wait a while till you have seen as much as I have.

A degenerate age this, my son; not like the good old times, when men dare suffer and die for the faith.

We are too prosperous nowadays; and fine ladies walk about with Magdalens embroidered on their silks, and gospels hanging round their necks.