Archibald.
[Smiling.] The landed gentry hasn’t its old power. Promotion in the Church nowadays is given with new-fangled ideas about merit and scholarship and heaven knows what.
Mrs. Insoley.
I hope you never eat potatoes or bread?
Archibald.
I fly from them as I would from temptation.
Mrs. Insoley.
Nor soup?
Archibald.
It is as the scarlet woman to me.