y. He wears well, and he washes well,--if you know what I
mean, Grace."

"Yes; I think I know what you mean."

"The Apollos of the world,--I don't mean in outward looks,
mamma,--but the Apollos in heart, the men,--and the women too,--who
are so full of feeling, so soft-natured, so kind, who never say
a cross word, who never get out of bed on the wrong side in the
morning,--it so often turns out that they won't wash."

Such was the expression of Miss Lily Dale's experience.

CHAPTER XVII

Mr. Crawley Is Summoned to Barchester

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The scene which occurred in Hogglestock church on the Sunday after
Mr. Thumble's first visit to that parish had not been described with
absolute accuracy either by the archdeacon in his letter to his
son, or by Mrs. Thorne. There had been no footman from the palace
in attendance on Mr. Thumble, nor had there been a battle with the
brickmakers; neither had Mr. Thumble been put under the pump. But Mr
Thumble had gone over, taking his gown and surplice with him, on the
Sunday morning, and had intimated to Mr. Crawley his intention of
performing the service. Mr. Crawley, in answer to this, had assured Mr
Thumble that he would not be allowed to open his mouth in the church;
and Mr. Thumble, not seeing his way to any further successful action,
had contented himself with attending the services in his surplice,
making thereby a silent protest that he, and not Mr. Crawley, ought to
have been in the reading-desk and the pulpit.

When Mr. Trumble reported himself and his failure at the palace,
he strove hard to avoid seeing Mrs. Proudie, but not successfully.
He knew something of the palace habits, and did manage to reach
the bishop alone on the Sunday evening, justifying himself to his
lordship for such an interview by the remarkable circumstances of
the case and the importance of his late mission. Mrs. Proudie always
went to church on Sunday evenings, making a point of hearing three
services and three sermons every Sunday of her life. On week-days
she seldom heard any, having an idea that week-day services were an
invention of the High Church enemy, and that they should therefore be
vehemently discouraged. Services on saints' days she regarded as rank
papacy, and had been known to accuse a clergyman's wife to her face,
of idolatry, because the poor lady had dated a letter, St John's Eve.
Mr. Thumble, on this Sunday evening, was successful in finding the
bishop at home, and