"I don't know about old archdeacon," said Lady Julia. "The archdeacon is the son of the old bishop, whom I remember very well. And it is not so very long since the bishop died, either."
"I wonder what he's doing at Allington?" said Johnny.
"I think he knows my uncle," said Lily.
"But he's going to call on your mother," he said. Then Johnny remembered that the major had said something as to knowing Miss Crawley, and for the moment he was silent.
"I remember when they talked of making the son a bishop also," said Lady Julia.
"What;—this same man who is now a major?" said Johnny.
"No, you goose. He is not the son; he is the grandson. They were going to make the archdeacon a bishop, and I remember hearing that he was terribly disappointed. He is getting to be an old man now, I suppose; and yet, dear me, how well I remember his father."
"He didn't look like a bishop's son," said Johnny.
"How does a bishop's son look?" Lily asked.
"I suppose he ought to have some sort of clerical tinge about him; but this fellow had nothing of that kind."