"And so," said Mrs.Low, "you've begun to attack the Church ?" It must be remembered that at this moment Mr.Daubeny had not as yet electrified the minds of East Barsetshire, and that, therefore, Mrs.Low was not disturbed.

To Mrs.Low, Church and State was the very breath of her nostrils; and if her husband could not be said to live by means of the same atmosphere it was because the breath of his nostrils had been drawn chiefly in the Vice-Chancellor's Court in Lincoln's Inn.
But he, no doubt, would be very much disturbed indeed should he ever be told that he was required, as an expectant member of Mr.Daubeny's party, to vote for the Disestablishment of the Church of England.
"You don't mean that I am guilty of throwing the first stone ?" said Phineas.
"They have been throwing stones at the Temple since first it was built," said Mrs.Low, with energy; "but they have fallen off its polished shafts in dust and fragments." I am afraid that Mrs.Low, when she allowed herself to speak thus energetically, entertained some confused idea that the Church of England and the Christian religion were one and the same thing, or, at least, that they had been brought into the world together.
"You haven't thrown the first stone," said Mr.Low; "but you have taken up the throwing at the first moment in which stones may be dangerous." "No stones can be dangerous," said Mrs.Low.
"The idea of a State Church," said Phineas, "is opposed to my theory of political progress.

What I hope is that my friends will not suppose that I attack the Protestant Church because I am a Roman Catholic.

If I were a priest it would be my business to do so; but I am not a priest." Mr.Low gave his old friend a bottle of his best wine, and in all friendly observances treated him with due affection.

But neither did he nor did his wife for a moment abstain from attacking their guest in respect to his speeches at Tankerville.