In manner he was bland, ornate, gestureish, ample; giving the sense that in nothing less commodious than a church could he loose his person and his powers to their full expression.

He was genially familiar; the church-man who is a good fellow.

Yet never did he let one forget the respect that was due his cloth.
He was at present without a charge, as she learned later.

It was understood that he was waiting an almost certain call from a church in Kansas City.
As Mrs.De Peyster came out of her room that first Sunday at supper-time, there emerged from the room in front of hers the Reverend Mr.Pyecroft.He held out his hand, and smiled parochially.
"Ah, Miss Thompson,"-- that was the name she had given the landlady,--"since we are neighbors we should also be friends." And on he went, voluminously, in his full, upholstered voice.
Somehow Mrs.De Peyster got away from him.

But thereafter he spoke to her whenever he could waylay her in the hallway or upon the stairs.
And his attentions did not stop with words.