I should have no time afterwards.' 'I've always thought I should marry a bishop,' said Jane: 'his aprons would come in so useful.

Wouldn't YOU like to marry a bishop, Miss Peasmarsh ?' It was then that they dragged her away.
As it was Robert's hand that Mrs Biddle had walked on, it was decided that he had better not recall the incident to her mind, and so make her angry again.

Anthea and Jane had helped to sell things at the rival stall, so they were not likely to be popular.
A hasty council of four decided that Mrs Biddle would hate Cyril less than she would hate the others, so the others mingled with the crowd, and it was he who said to her-- 'Mrs Biddle, WE meant to have that carpet.

Would you sell it to us?
We would give you--' 'Certainly not,' said Mrs Biddle.

'Go away, little boy.' There was that in her tone which showed Cyril, all too plainly, the hopelessness of persuasion.