Moreover, she had the distinction of being the only person on Plutoria Avenue who was not one whit afraid of the Reverend Uttermust Dumfarthing.

She even amused herself, in violation of all rules, by attending evening service at St.Asaph's, where she sat listening to the Reverend Edward, and feeling that she had never heard anything so sensible in her life.
"I'm simply dying to meet your brother," she said to Mrs.Tom Overend, otherwise Philippa; "he's such a complete contrast with father." She knew no higher form of praise: "Father's sermons are always so frightfully full of religion." And Philippa promised that meet him she should.
But whatever may have been the effect of the presence of Catherine Dumfarthing, there is no doubt the greater part of the changed situation was due to Dr.Dumfarthing himself.
Everything he did was calculated to please.

He preached sermons to the rich and told them they were mere cobwebs, and they liked it; he preached a special sermon to the poor and warned them to be mighty careful; he gave a series of weekly talks to workingmen, and knocked them sideways; and in the Sunday School he gave the children so fierce a talk on charity and the need of giving freely and quickly, that such a stream of pennies and nickels poured into Catherine Dumfarthing's Sunday School Fund as hadn't been seen in the church in fifty years.
Nor was Mr.Dumfarthing different in his private walk of life.

He was heard to speak openly of the Overend brothers as "men of wrath," and they were so pleased that they repeated it to half the town.

It was the best business advertisement they had had for years.
Dr.Boomer was captivated with the man.