"So please you, ma'am, Tummas be bad with the tooth-ache." "Tooth-ache!" exclaimed Mrs.Proudie; but her eyes said more terrible things than that.

"Let Thomas come to me before church." And then they proceeded to prayers.

These were read by the chaplain, as it was proper and decent that they should be: but I cannot but think that Mrs.Proudie a little exceeded her office in taking upon herself to pronounce the blessing when the prayers were over.

She did it, however, in a clear, sonorous voice, and perhaps with more personal dignity than was within the chaplain's compass.
Mrs.Proudie was rather stern at breakfast, and the vicar of Framley felt an unaccountable desire to get out of the house.

In the first place she was not dressed with her usual punctilious attention to the proprieties of her high situation.