'Would you have spoken so eloquently on the other side if I--if occasion had served ?' she inquired shyly.
'Perhaps I would.' Another pause, till she said, 'I, too, was insincere.' 'You ?' 'I was.' 'In what way?
'In letting him, and you, think I had been at all influenced by authority, scriptural or patristic.' 'May I ask, why, then, did you decline the ceremony the other evening ?' 'Ah, you, too, have heard of it!' she said quickly.
'No.' 'What then ?' 'I saw it.' She blushed and looked down the river.

'I cannot give my reasons,' she said.
'Of course not,' said Somerset.
'I would give a great deal to possess real logical dogmatism.' 'So would I.' There was a moment of embarrassment: she wanted to get away, but did not precisely know how.

He would have withdrawn had she not said, as if rather oppressed by her conscience, and evidently still thinking him the curate: 'I cannot but feel that Mr.Woodwell's heart has been unnecessarily wounded.' 'The minister's ?' 'Yes.

He is single-mindedness itself.

He gives away nearly all he has to the poor.