He is a trifle too mediaeval for these days, and his environment does not suit him a bit." "He ought to be a fellow of his college--spending his days in disinterring dusty old folios in the Bodleian," pursued Cedric, "instead of being vicar of Rotherwood." "I think very highly of Mr.Charrington," and Dinah spoke rather gravely.

"He is not only a very learned man, but he is such a thorough gentleman.

Poor man, it is a blessing that he has you near him, Mr.
Carlyon, for his life is very lonely." "Why does he not get married then ?" growled Cedric.

"I bet you he is not much over fifty." Then again Elizabeth and Mr.Carlyon exchanged glances.
"I don't think the vicar ever intends to enter the holy estate of matrimony," returned Mr.Carlyon.

"He is an old bachelor by choice, and in my humble opinion is likely to remain so; and then his worthy housekeeper, Mrs.Finch, makes him so thoroughly comfortable." "I heard something once from one of our fellows," observed Cedric, with a mischievous glance at Dinah--he knew well her objection to gossip.
"He was not always a woman-hater.