"He has, I believe, no acquaintance with minutes and no more conception of time than the angels.
Ah! I see him.

His table-manners really distress your aunt; but manners are--well, we will leave that to another time.

Good evening, Grace." "Glad to see you, sir," said John.
On a word from Rivers, the guest offered thanks, which somewhat amazed John by its elaborate repetitions.
The stout little preacher, carefully tucking his napkin between his paper shirt-collar and his neck, addressed himself to material illustration of his thankfulness, while the rector observed with a pitiful interest the obvious animal satisfaction of the man.

John with more amusement saw the silver fork used for a time and at last abandoned for use of the knife.
Unconsciously happier for an unusually good dinner, Grace accepted a tumbler of the Penhallow cider, remarking, "I never take spirits, Rivers, but I suppose cider to be a quite innocent beverage." Rivers smiled.

"It will do you no harm." "It occurs to me, Rivers," said Grace, "that although wine is mentioned in the Bible, cider is not.