'We'll set about it directly, and sketch it out before you go to the office.
I've got Tryan's sermons up-stairs, but I don't think there's anything in them we can use.

I've only just looked into them; they're not at all what I expected--dull, stupid things--nothing of the roaring fire-and-brimstone sort that I expected.' 'Roaring?
No; Tryan's as soft as a sucking dove--one of your honey-mouthed hypocrites.

Plenty of devil and malice in him, though, I could see that, while he was talking to the Bishop; but as smooth as a snake outside.

He's beginning a single-handed fight with me, I can see--persuading my clients away from me.

We shall see who will be the first to cry _peccavi_.