To his mind, that mill was the wonder of the world, and any argument based upon it, with or without coherence, was, like its circular saws, irresistible.

And yet he thought that women can not reason! However, I did not say another word just then, but gave way to him, as behooved a child.

And not only that, but I always found him too good to be argued with--too kind, I mean, and large of heart, and wedded to his own peculiar turns.

There was nothing about him that one could dislike, or strike fire at, and be captious; and he always proceeded with such pity for those who were opposed to him that they always knew they must be wrong, though he was too polite to tell them so.

And he had such a pleasant, paternal way of looking down into one's little thoughts when he put on his spectacles, that to say any more was to hazard the risk of ungrateful inexperience..