He took the Squire as he found him, and would have missed the hospitalities of the Hall--or rather the conversation they implied--if he had been obliged to forgo them.

The Squire on his side had observed with approval that the Rector was a fair scholar, and a bad beggar.

He could take up quotations from Horace, and he was content with such parish subscriptions as the Squire had given for twenty years, and was firmly minded not to increase.
But here also the arrival of Elizabeth had stirred the waters.

For the Rector was actually on his way to try and get a new subscription out of the Squire; and it was Elizabeth's doing.
'You remember that child of old Leonard the blacksmith ?' said the Rector eagerly; 'a shocking case of bow-legs, one of the worst I ever saw.

But Miss Bremerton's taken endless trouble.