For the present, I have read and thought enough; now I have to make myself felt as a force." Mrs.Woolstan gazed at him, in a rapture of faith.

His countenance wore its transforming light; he had passed into a dream of conquest.

By constitution very temperate in the matter of physical indulgence, Lashmar found exciting stimulus even in a cup of tea.

For the grosser drinks he had no palate; wine easily overcame him; tea and coffee were the chosen aids of his imagination.
"Yes, I think I shall go down to Hollingford." "Who," asked Iris, "is the friend who promised to introduce you ?" There was a scarcely perceptible pause before his reply.
"A parson--once my father's curate," he added, vaguely.

"A liberal-minded man, as so many parsons are nowadays." Iris was satisfied.