Besides, he was a just man; he was fully aware that to his sisters Christian was not--could not be as yet, any more than the organist's daughter and the silversmith's governess, while they were University ladies.

But he knew them, and he knew her; he was not afraid.
They were a strong contrast, these two, the ladies at the Lodge.

Miss Grey, the elder, was a little roly-poly woman, with a meek, round, fair- complexioned face, and pulpy soft-hands--one of those people who irresistibly remind one of a white mouse.

She was neither clever nor wise, but she was very sweet-tempered.

She had loved Dr.Grey all her life.