Dry facts these--I don't deny it; but there is something more interesting to follow.

I have next to tell you how Mr.Hethcote first became acquainted with Mrs.Farnaby.
Now, Rufus, we are coming to something romantic at last! It is some time since Mr.Hethcote ceased to perform his clerical duties, owing to a malady in the throat, which made it painful for him to take his place in the reading-desk or the pulpit.

His last curacy attached him to a church at the West-end of London; and here, one Sunday evening, after he had preached the sermon, a lady in trouble came to him in the vestry for spiritual advice and consolation.

She was a regular attendant at the church, and something which he had said in that evening's sermon had deeply affected her.

Mr.Hethcote spoke with her afterwards on many occasions at home.