What does the poet say?
'Fixed to no spot is happiness sincere; 'tis nowhere to be found, or everywhere.' How cheering! how true! Good day; good day." The glasses left off jingling.

Mr.Finch's wizen little legs took him out of the room.
The moment his back was turned, we both assailed Oscar with the same question.

What had passed at the interview between the rector and himself?
Men are all alike incompetent to satisfy women, when the question between the sexes is a question of small details.

A woman, in Oscar's position, would have been able to relate to us, not only the whole conversation with the rector, but every little trifling incident which had noticeably illustrated it.

As things were, we could only extract from our unsatisfactory man the barest outline of the interview.
The coloring and the filling-in we were left to do for ourselves.
Oscar had, on his own confession, acknowledged his visitor's kindness, by opening his whole heart to the sympathizing rector, and placing that wary priest and excellent man of business in possession of the completest knowledge of all his affairs.