Let him be a parson, and he may aim as high as he chooses.' Peak tried to smile.

He made no answer, and fell into a fit of brooding.
'What's all this about ?' asked the journalist, when he too had mused awhile.

'Whose acquaintance have you been making ?' 'No one's.' The suspicion was inevitable.
'If it were true, perhaps you would be justified in mistrusting my way of regarding these things.

But it's the natural tendency of my mind.

If I ever marry at all, it will be a woman of far higher birth than my own.' 'Don't malign your parents, old fellow.