CHAPTER 10.
_"Get thee behind me, Satan! I know no other word: There is a battle that must be fought, And fought but with the sword-- _"The clear, sharp, stainless, glittering sword Of purity divine: I'll hew my way through a host of fiends, If that strong sword be mine."_ "I wish Mrs.Grey, you would learn to hold yourself a little more upright, and look a little more like the master's wife--a lady in as good a position as any in Avonsbridge--and a little less like a Resignation or a Patience on a monument." "I am sure I beg your pardon," said Christian, laughing "I have not the slightest feeling either of resignation or patience.

I am afraid I was thinking over something much more worldly--that plan about Miss Bennett's new situation of which I have just been telling you"-- told as briefly as she could, for it was not very safe to trust Miss Gascoigne with any thing.

"Also of the people we met last night at the vice chancellor's." "And that reminds me--why don't you go and change your dress?
I hate a morning-gown, as I wish you particularly to look as respectable as you can.

We are sure to have callers to-day." "Are we?
Why ?" "To inquire for our health after last night's entertainment.

It is a customary attention; but, of course, you can not be expected to be acquainted with these sort of things.