"Some music sound well at afar--mellow, you say.

I prefer your charch music mellow." "Won't you come ?" cried Wilfrid, with wonderful briskness.
"No.

Mellow for me!" The Greek's grinders flashed, and Wilfrid turned off from him sulkily.
He saw in fancy the robber-Greek prowling about Wilson's farm, setting snares for the marvellous night-bird, and it was with more than his customary inattention to his sisters' refined conversation that he formed part of their male escort to the place of worship.
Mr.Pericles met the church-goers on their return in one of the green bowery lanes leading up to Brookfield.

Cold as he was to English scenes and sentiments, his alien ideas were not unimpressed by the picture of those daintily-clad young women demurely stepping homeward, while the air held a revel of skylarks, and the scented hedgeways quickened with sunshine.
"You have missed a treat!" Arabella greeted him.
"A sermon ?" said he.
The ladies would not tell him, until his complacent cynicism at the notion of his having missed a sermon, spurred them to reveal that the organ had been handled in a masterly manner; and that the voluntary played at the close of the service was most exquisite.
"Even papa was in raptures." "Very good indeed," said Mr.Pole.

"I'm no judge; but you might listen to that sort of playing after dinner." Mr.Pericles seemed to think that was scarcely a critical period, but he merely grimaced, and inquired: "Did you see ze player ?" "Oh, no: they are hidden," Arabella explained to him, "behind a curtain." "But, what!" shouted the impetuous Greek: "have you no curiosity?
A woman! And zen, you saw not her ?" "No," remarked Cornelia, in the same aggravating sing-song voice of utter indifference: "we don't know whether it was not a man.