She
said some word about the Duke of Omnium very tranquilly, speaking
of him merely as a Barsetshire proprietor, and then, smiling with
her sweetest smile, expressed a hope that she might soon have the
pleasure of becoming acquainted with Mr. Tickler; and as she spoke
she made a pretty little bow towards Olivia Proudie. Now Mr. Tickler
was the worthy clergyman attached to the district church at Bethnal
Green.
"He'll be down here in August," said Olivia, boldly, determined not
to be shamefaced about her love affairs.
"You'll be starring it about the Continent by that time, my dear,"
said Mrs. Proudie to Griselda. "Lord Dumbello is well known at
Homburg and Ems, and places of that sort; so you will find yourself
quite at home."
"We are going to Rome," said Griselda, majestically.
"I suppose Mr. Tickler will come into the diocese soon," said Mrs.
Grantly. "I remember hearing him very favourably spoken of by Mr.
Slope, who was a friend of his." Nothing short of a fixed resolve on
the part of Mrs. Grantly that the time had now come in which she must
throw away her shield and stand behind her sword, declare war to the
knife, and neither give nor take quarter, could have justified such
a speech as this. Any allusion to Mr. Slope acted on Mrs.
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