He works among the sick, carrying them necessaries with his own hands.

He teaches the ignorant men and lads of the village when he ought to be resting at home, till he is absolutely prostrate from exhaustion, and then he sits up at night writing encouraging letters to those poor people who formerly belonged to his congregation in the village, and have now gone away.

He always offends ladies, because he can't help speaking the truth as he believes it; but he hasn't offended me!' Her feelings had risen towards the end, so that she finished quite warmly, and turned aside.
'I was not in the least aware that he was such a man,' murmured Somerset, looking wistfully after the minister....

'Whatever you may have done, I fear that I have grievously wounded a worthy man's heart from an idle wish to engage in a useless, unbecoming, dull, last-century argument.' 'Not dull,' she murmured, 'for it interested me.' Somerset accepted her correction willingly.

'It was ill-considered of me, however,' he said; 'and in his distress he has forgotten his Bible.' He went and picked up the worn volume from where it lay on the grass.
'You can easily win him to forgive you, by just following, and returning the book to him,' she observed.
'I will,' said the young man impulsively.