Where can the poor people be so well off on Sundays as in church?
The bishop intends to express a very strong opinion on this subject in his next charge; and then I am sure you will attend to his wishes." To this Mark made no answer, but devoted himself to his egg.
"I suppose you have not a very large establishment at Framley ?" asked Mrs.Proudie.
"What, at the parsonage ?" "Yes; you live at the parsonage, don't you ?" "Certainly--well; not very large, Mrs.Proudie; just enough to do the work, make things comfortable, and look after the children." "It is a very fine living," said she; "very fine.

I don't remember that we have anything so good ourselves,--except it is Plumstead, the archdeacon's place.

He has managed to butter his bread pretty well." "His father was Bishop of Barchester." "Oh, yes, I know all about him.

Only for that he would barely have risen to be an archdeacon, I suspect.

Let me see; yours is L800, is it not, Mr.Robarts?
And you such a young man! I suppose you have insured your life highly." "Pretty well, Mrs.Proudie." "And then, too, your wife had some little fortune, had she not?
We cannot all fall on our feet like that; can we, Mr.White ?" and Mrs.
Proudie in her playful way appealed to the chaplain.