Then my lord Bishop of Hereford came in, last of all, to say a ponderous grace and take his seat on the other side of the Sheriff--the prelate's fat body showing up in goodly contrast to the other's lean bones.
thought the Sheriff; and he so far forgot his dignity as to nudge the Bishop in his fat ribs.
Charles Stuart had asked that Bishop Juxon might be permitted to visit him.
The bishop looked anxiously at the man sobbing in the ingle-nook.
My dear Bazin, we pagans, we men of the sword, know very well when a man is made a colonel, or maitre-de-camp, or marshal of France; but if he be made a bishop, archbishop, or pope -- devil take me if the news reaches us before the three quarters of the earth have had the advantage of it
Oh," said Bazin, without hesitation, "now that monseigneur is a bishop, I shall soon have my orders, or at least my dispensations.
It was a very angular and very lively little mass, imprisoned in its linen sack, stamped with the cipher of Messire Guillaume Chartier, then bishop
of Paris, with a head projecting.
Doubtless the scrutiny the prisoner had just made of the cold, crafty, and imperious character stamped upon the features of the bishop
of Vannes was little reassuring to one in his situation, for he added, "I am better.
The first was the Bishop
of Hereford, and a fine figure he cut, I wot.
Though methinks ye merit chiding for the grievous poor courtesy with which thou didst treat the great Bishop
of Norwich the past week.
There were three Cabinet Ministers, a high official in the War Office, a bishop
, a soldier of royal blood back for a few days from the Front, and his own nephew--Granet.
What are my walls when set against the honor of Francois Poursuivant d'Amour Pelligny, champion of the Bishop
I know that I could not avoid dropping my eyes, and I was quite relieved when I passed him on and turned to greet Bishop
Morehouse--a favorite of mine, a sweet and serious man of middle age, Christ- like in appearance and goodness, and a scholar as well.
The press was great, and Earl Percy drove a way through the crowd with so much haughtiness and violence that the Bishop
of London cried out at him in wrath.
There was a dinner giving in the Harley Street establishment, while Little Dorrit was stitching at her father's new shirts by his side that night; and there were magnates from the Court and magnates from the City, magnates from the Commons and magnates from the Lords, magnates from the bench and magnates from the bar, Bishop
magnates, Treasury magnates, Horse Guard magnates, Admiralty magnates,--all the magnates that keep us going, and sometimes trip us up.