Friend! she thought him beneath her friendship.
But we will not pursue these musings further; every kind and degree of feeling alternated for nearly two hours, when, as if by some sudden impulse or resolution, Rowland sat down and determined to write his sermon.

It should be upon pride, and should touch her as well as himself.

He found pleasure in thinking of all the texts in which the word occurs, in looking for them, and considering which was the most biting.
A hasty knock at his door interrupted this study.

It was Owen, who insisted upon coming in, and would take no excuse.
Owen, too, had been ruminating upon the nature of woman, and was not in a very good humour; he, however, had been cheerfully talking to his mother of the events of the day, and duly lauding their own particular hero, Rowland.
When he entered, he looked surprised at seeing Rowland with his Bible in his hand; he took a chair, and, turning his seat towards him, sat down astride upon it, leaning his chin upon the back and facing Rowland.
'Now, Rowland, I'm going to ask you a very plain question.

There ought to be no secrets between brothers: I've told you all mine, nearly?
you must tell me yours.