"I can't say that they're wrong." There seemed at the moment to be no necessity to carry the disagreeable conversation any further as they had now reached the house.

Mrs.Morton immediately went up-stairs, and the two gentlemen took themselves to the fire in the so-called library, which room was being used as more commodious than the big drawing-room.

Mr.Gotobed placed himself on the rug with his back to the fire and immediately reverted to the Church.

"That gentleman is paid by tithes I suppose." "He's not the rector.

He's a curate." "Ah;--just so.