He could not help smiling, but said with much spirit,-- 'My aunt has been very good to me, Mr Gwynne, and I owe her a heavy debt of gratitude for giving me at least the opportunity of getting on in the world.' 'Well, I like him for that,' thought Freda; 'and are you going to London ?' she asked aloud, with a degree of interest.
'I am to be ordained by the Bishop of London to a city curacy,' was the reply.
'Will you allow me to take wine with you and wish you success, sir ?' said Mr Gwynne.

'Who knows but we may see you Bishop of London some day?
Miss Hall, Freda, will you join us ?' Mr Gwynne became quite animated.

He felt proud that the son of his most respectable tenant should be going to take a London curacy.
Freda bent rather less stiffly than usual to Mr Rowland Prothero.

She was annoyed with herself for feeling more inclined to be friendly with him since she had heard that he was intimate with young Neville, and was to be ordained by the Bishop of London.
There was more conversation, which it is unnecessary to repeat; but in due course of time the ladies retired to the drawing-room, where they found Miss Nugent awaiting them.
'Whose _beaux yeux_ do you think we have in the dining-room ?' asked Freda.
'I am thure I cannot gueth; perhapth Thir Hugh Prythe's,' Miss Nugent lisped.
'Do you call his _beaux yeux_?
Little ferret eyes like his! No; guess again.' 'Young Rithe Rithe ?' 'Wrong again.' 'Not Captain Lewith ?' 'Some one much nearer home.' 'I do not know any one elthe, exthept that Mr Howel Jenkinth, who, they thay, will be quite a grand man.' 'I do not even know him.

What do you think of his cousin, Mr Rowland Prothero ?' 'I never thought about him; mamma thayth he ith very handthome, but I am thure he is very _gauche_ and countrified.' 'Oh, I am sure he is not.