That wasn't a jump for any man in his senses to take." "It is but fair to give my patients a chance now and then," returned the surgeon, who never met the rector but there was a merry passage between them.
"Upon my word," said Mr.Bevis, "when you came over the hedge there, I took you for Death in the Revelations, that had tired out his own and changed horses with t'other one." As he spoke, he glanced back with a queer look, for he found himself guilty of a little irreverence, and his conscience sat behind him in the person of his wife.

But that conscience was a very easy one, being almost as incapable of seeing a joke as of refusing a request.
"-- How many have you bagged this week ?" concluded the rector.
"I haven't counted up yet," answered the surgeon.

"-- _You_'ve got one behind, I see," he added, signing with his whip over his shoulder.
"Poor old thing!" said the rector, as if excusing himself, "she's got a heavy basket, and we all need a lift sometimes--eh, doctor ?--into the world and out again, at all events." There was more of the reflective in this utterance than the parson was in the habit of displaying; but he liked the doctor, and, although as well as every one else he knew him to be no friend to the church, or to Christianity, or even to religious belief of any sort, his liking, coupled with a vague sense of duty, had urged him to this most unassuming attempt to cast the friendly arm of faith around the unbeliever.
"I plead guilty to the former," answered Faber, "but somehow I have never practiced the euthanasia.

The instincts of my profession, I suppose are against it.

Besides, that ought to be your business." "Not altogether," said the rector, with a kindly look from his box, which, however, only fell on the top of the doctor's hat.
Faber seemed to feel the influence of it notwithstanding, for he returned, "If all clergymen were as liberal as you, Mr.Bevis, there would be more danger of some of us giving in." The word _liberal_ seemed to rouse the rector to the fact that his coachman sat on the box, yet another conscience, beside him.