His name was familiar to many millions of people.

He was so considerable that he would never have travelled so far away from the centre of his activity if the doctors had not insisted, with veiled menaces, on his taking a long holiday.
"Mr.Holroyd's sense of religion," Mrs.Gould pursued, "was shocked and disgusted at the tawdriness of the dressed-up saints in the cathedral--the worship, he called it, of wood and tinsel.

But it seemed to me that he looked upon his own God as a sort of influential partner, who gets his share of profits in the endowment of churches.

That's a sort of idolatry.

He told me he endowed churches every year, Charley." "No end of them," said Mr.Gould, marvelling inwardly at the mobility of her physiognomy.