Mr.Barmby had noticed (and a strong sentiment rendered him observant, unwontedly) a similar alert immobility of her lips, indicating foreign notions of this kind or that, in England: an all but imperceptible shortening or loss of corners at the mouth, upon mention of marriages of his clergy: particularly once, at his reading of a lengthy report in a newspaper of a Wedding Ceremony involving his favourite Bishop for bridegroom: a report to make one glow like Hymen rollicking the Torch after draining the bumper to the flying slipper.

He remembered the look, and how it seemed to intensify on the slumbering features, at a statement, that his Bishop was a widower, entering into nuptials in his fifty-fourth year.

Why not?
But we ask it of Heaven and Man, why not?
Mademoiselle was pleasant: she was young or youngish; her own clergy were celibates, and--no, he could not argue the matter with a young or youngish person of her sex.

Could it be a reasonable woman--a woman!--who, disapproved the holy nuptials of the pastors of the flocks?
But we are forbidden to imagine the conducting of an argument thereon with a lady.
Luther...

but we are not in Luther's time:--Nature...