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He comes of an excellent family, and I wish him success in spite of his daughter. Perhaps, Mrs. Proudie, when he is dean, they'll be better able to see the error of their ways." To this Mrs. Proudie said nothing. Her dislike of the Signora Neroni was too deep to admit of her even hoping that that lady should see the error of her ways. Mrs.
The bishop actually wanted the courage to ask her who was her papa, so he was forced at last to leave her without fathoming the mystery. Mrs. Proudie, in her second best, had now returned to the rooms, and her husband thought it as well that he should not remain in too close conversation with the lady whom his wife appeared to hold in such slight esteem.
'Arrogant! said Mrs Proudie; 'it is the most impudent piece of pretension I ever heard in my life. Mr Slope dean of Barchester, indeed! And what did you do in the matter, bishop? 'Why, my dear, I did speak to the archbishop. 'You don't mean to tell me, said Mrs Proudie, 'that you are going to make yourself ridiculous by lending your name to such preposterous attempts as this?
'Don't tell me, said Mrs Quiverful; 'I know more about it than that. Doesn't all the world know that Mrs Proudie is bishop of Barchester, and that Mr Slope is merely her creature? Wasn't it she that made me the promise just as though the thing was in her own particular gift?
She hated old Lady Lufton with all her heart, and old Lady Lufton hated her as warmly. Mrs Proudie would say frequently that Lady Lufton was a conceited old idiot, and Lady Lufton would declare as frequently that Mrs Proudie was a vulgar virago.
"When Sunday came, I had no alternative but to send Mr Thumble over again to Hogglestock. It occurred to us, to me and Mrs Proudie, " "I will tell Mr Crawley just now what has occurred to me," said Mrs Proudie. "Yes; just so. And I am sure that he will take it in good part. It occurred to me, Mr Crawley, that your first letter might have been written in haste."
"But look at Mrs Proudie. You'll agree that she was not the most charming woman in the world." "She certainly was not," said Mrs Grantly, who was anxious to encourage her husband, if she could do so without admitting anything which might injure herself afterwards. "And she was at one time violently insolent to your father. And even the bishop thought to trample upon him.
On the following Friday they all went to the duke's, and found that the bishop and Mrs. Proudie were there before them; as were also sundry other people, mostly of some note either in the estimation of the world at large or of that of West Barsetshire.
There were those, doubtless, who regretted the woman's death, and even some who regretted it without any feeling of personal damage done to themselves. There had come to be around Mrs Proudie a party who thought as she thought on church matters, and such people had lost their head, and thereby their strength.
Proudie certainly liked the lady, but, seeing that he was a bishop, it was not probable that he was going to instruct a little girl in the first rudiments of her catechism; so he said he'd send a teacher. "But you'll see her yourself, my lord?" The bishop said he would, but where should he call. "At Papa's house," said the Signora with an air of some little surprise at the question.
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