He especially desired the town library to be opened on Sundays, though, as he never entered it on week-days, it was easy to turn the proposition into ridicule.

If, therefore, Mrs.
Mallet was a woman of an exquisite moral tone, it was not that she had inherited her temper from an ancestry with a turn for casuistry.
Jonas Mallet, at the time of his marriage, was conducting with silent shrewdness a small, unpromising business.

Both his shrewdness and his silence increased with his years, and at the close of his life he was an extremely well-dressed, well-brushed gentleman, with a frigid gray eye, who said little to anybody, but of whom everybody said that he had a very handsome fortune.

He was not a sentimental father, and the roughness I just now spoke of in Rowland's life dated from his early boyhood.

Mr.Mallet, whenever he looked at his son, felt extreme compunction at having made a fortune.