The bishop is going, and he thought it very odd that I should not go also, seeing that I was asked.

I know what my own darling will think, and I know that she will not be pleased, and I must put off my defence till I return to her from this ogre-land,--if ever I do get back alive.

But joking apart, Fanny, I think that I should have been wrong to stand out, when so much was said about it.

I should have been seeming to take upon myself to sit in judgement upon the duke.

I doubt if there be a single clergyman in the diocese, under fifty years of age, who would have refused the invitation under such circumstances,--unless it be Crawley, who is so mad on the subject that he thinks it almost wrong to take a walk out of his own parish.