It's lucky a parson can't bet, or I should have lost my money.

But the last mile is very much up-hill, as you must allow." "I'll tell you what, sir," said Tom; "there isn't a man in this parish would go that four mile under twenty minutes.

If any man could, I ought to know of it." Miss Thornton had listened to this conversation with wonder not unmixed with amusement.

At first she had concluded that the Bishop's carriage was upset, and that Frank was the breathless messenger sent forward to chronicle the mishap.

But her tact soon showed the sort of person she had to deal with, for she was not unacquainted with the performances of public schoolboys.