Now, Mark was not aware that she knew his name, or the fact of his having a parish, and was rather surprised by the question.

And he had not quite liked the tone in which she had seemed to speak of the bishop and his work.

His desire for her further acquaintance was therefore somewhat moderated, and he was not prepared to answer her question with much zeal.
"All parish clergymen have plenty of work, if they choose to do it." "Ah, that is it; is it not, Mr.Robarts?
If they choose to do it?
A great many do--many that I know, do; and see what a result they have.
But many neglect it--and see what a result _they_ have.

I think it ought to be the happiest life that a man can lead, that of a parish clergyman, with a wife and family and a sufficient income." "I think it is," said Mark Robarts, asking himself whether the contentment accruing to him from such blessings had made him satisfied at all points.

He had all these things of which Miss Dunstable spoke, and yet he had told his wife, the other day, that he could not afford to neglect the acquaintance of a rising politician like Harold Smith.
"What I find fault with is this," continued Miss Dunstable, "that we expect clergymen to do their duty, and don't give them a sufficient income--give them hardly any income at all.