Mr.Crewe was already calmly smoking his pipe in the opposite sitting-room, and Janet was agreeing with Mrs.Crewe that some of the blanc-mange would be a nice thing to take to Sally Martin, while the little old lady herself had a spoon in her hand ready to gather the crumbs into a plate, that she might scatter them on the gravel for the little birds.
Before that time, the Bishop's carriage had been seen driving through the High Street on its way to Lord Trufford's, where he was to dine.

The question of the lecture was decided, then?
The nature of the decision may be gathered from the following conversation which took place in the bar of the Red Lion that evening.
'So you're done, eh, Dempster ?' was Mr.Pilgrim's observation, uttered with some gusto.

He was not glad Mr.Tryan had gained his point, but he was not sorry Dempster was disappointed.
'Done, sir?
Not at all.

It is what I anticipated.

I knew we had nothing else to expect in these days, when the Church is infested by a set of men who are only fit to give out hymns from an empty cask, to tunes set by a journeyman cobbler.