He declared that no petticoat ought ever to be seen within college boundaries.

But he was a decent man, with an overwhelming reverence for Dr.Grey; and so, though he was never too civil to herself, Christian felt a kindness for honest old Barker.
She was a minute or two late; the master had already left his study, and was opening the large book of prayers.

Nevertheless, he looked up with a smile, as he always did the instant his wife's foot entered the door.

But his sister appeared very serious, and Miss Gascoigne's aspect was a perfect thundercloud, which broke into lightning the instant prayers were over.
"I must say, Mrs.Grey, you have a most extraordinary propensity for morning walks.

I never did such a thing in all my life, nor Maria either." "Probably not," answered Christian, as she took her seat before the urn, which gave her the one home-like feeling she had at the Lodge.
"Different people have different ways, and this has always been mine." "Why so ?" "Because it does me good, and harms nobody else," said Christian, smiling.
"I doubt that, anyhow; you never will make me believe it can be good for you to do a thing that nobody else does--to go wandering about streets and colleges when all respectable people are still in their beds.
To say the least of it, it is so very peculiar." The tone, more even than the words, made Christian flush up, but she did not reply.