Despite the amplitude of his proportions, there was nothing ponderous about him; the great head was finely formed, and his limbs must at one time have been as graceful as they were muscular.
'Is this accident,' Hubert asked; 'or did you know me at the time ?' 'Accident, pure accident.

Will you walk to the vicarage with me ?' They paced side by side.
'Mrs.Eldon profits by the pleasant weather, I trust ?' the vicar observed, with grave courtesy.
'Thank you, I think she does.

I shall be glad when she is settled in her new home.' They approached the door of the vicarage in silence.

Entering Mr.Wyvern led the way to his study.

When he had taken a seat, he appeared to forget himself for a moment, and played with the end of his bean.
Hubert showed impatient curiosity.
'You found me there by chance that morning ?' he began.
The clergyman returned to the present.