I don't think I ever met anyone so full of sympathy, of compassion with suffering." Juliana's face had flushed It was quite plain that she saw things in the Reverend Uttermust Dumfarthing--as some one woman does in every man--that no one else could see.
The Reverend Edward was abashed.

"I wasn't thinking of his character," he said.

"I was thinking rather of his doctrines.

Wait till you have heard him preach." Juliana flushed more deeply still.

"I heard him last Sunday evening," she said.
The rector was silent, and his sister, as if impelled to speak, went on, "And I don't see, Edward, how anyone could think him a hard or bigoted man in his creed.