Where is there a man in any other profession who perpetually worries you for money ?--who holds the bag under your nose for money ?--who sends his clerk round from door to door to beg a few shillings of you, and calls it an 'Easter offering'?
The parson does all this.

Bradstock is a parson.

I put it logically.

Bowl me over, if you can." Mr.Troy attempted to "bowl him over," nevertheless.

Lady Lydiard wisely interposed.
"When a man persists in talking nonsense," she said, "silence is the best answer; anything else only encourages him." She turned to Felix.
"I have a question to ask you," she went on.