It was all very well to get hold of him once, and try to make him understand, in a half-joking way, that he wasn't behaving as well as he might.

He didn't take it amiss--just that once.
But you can't think how difficult it is for one man to begin preaching to another.

The natural thought is: Mind your own business.

If I was the parson of the parish--' He paused, and in the same instant their eyes met.

The suggestion was irresistible; Jane began to laugh merrily.
What sweet laughter it was?
How unlike the shrill discord whereby the ordinary workgirl expresses her foolish mirth! For years Sidney Kirkwood had been unused to utter any sound of merriment; even his smiling was done sadly.