Mr.Possitt was, indeed, her favourite curate at Perivale, and always dined at the house on Sundays between services, when Mrs.
Winterfield was very particular in seeing that he took two glasses of her best port wine to support him.

"But Mr.Possitt has nothing but his curacy." "There is no danger, aunt, I can assure you." "I don't know what you call danger; but Frederic seemed to think that you are always sharp with him.

You don't want to quarrel with him, I hope, because I love him better than any one in the world ?" "Oh, aunt, what cruel things you say to me without thinking of them!" "I do not mean to be cruel, but I will say nothing more about him.

As I told you before, that I had not thought it expedient to leave away any portion of my little property from Frederic,--believing as I did then, that the money intended for you by your father was still remaining,--it is best that you should now know that I have at last learnt the truth, and that I will at once see my lawyer about making this change." "Dear aunt, of course I thank you." "I want no thanks, Clara.

I humbly strive to do what I believe to be my duty.