Could Mr.Slope have adapted his manners to men as well as to women, could he ever have learnt the ways of a gentleman, he might have risen to great things.
He commenced his acquaintance with Eleanor by praising her father.
He had, he said, become aware that he had unfortunately offended the feelings of a man of whom he could not speak too highly; he would not now allude to a subject which was probably too serious for drawing-room conversation, but he would say that it had been very far from him to utter a word in disparagement of a man of whom all the world, at least the clerical world, spoke so highly as it did of Mr.
Harding.

And so he went on, unsaying a great deal of his sermon, expressing his highest admiration for the precentor's musical talents, eulogizing the father and the daughter and the sister-in-law, speaking in that low silky whisper which he always had specially prepared for feminine ears, and, ultimately, gaining his object.

When he left, he expressed a hope that he might again be allowed to call; and though Eleanor gave no verbal assent to this, she did not express dissent: and so Mr.Slope's right to visit at the widow's house was established.
The day after this visit Eleanor told her father of it and expressed an opinion that Mr.Slope was not quite so black as he had been painted.

Mr.Harding opened his eyes rather wider than usual when he heard what had occurred, but he said little; he could not agree in any praise of Mr.Slope, and it was not his practice to say much evil of anyone.

He did not, however, like the visit, and simple-minded as he was, he felt sure that Mr.Slope had some deeper motive than the mere pleasure of making soft speeches to two ladies.
Mr.Harding, however, had come to see his daughter with other purpose than that of speaking either good or evil of Mr.Slope.He had come to tell her that the place of warden in Hiram's Hospital was again to be filled up, and that in all probability he would once more return to his old home and his twelve bedesmen.
"But," said he, laughing, "I shall be greatly shorn of my ancient glory." "Why so, Papa ?" "This new act of Parliament that is to put us all on our feet again," continued he, "settles my income at four hundred and fifty pounds per annum." "Four hundred and fifty," said she, "instead of eight hundred! Well, that is rather shabby.