He was always in the right, and nothing too good for him.

Cornelis and Sybrandt became more and more jealous of him, and longed for the day he should go to his benefice; they would get rid of the favourite, and his reverence's purse would be open to them.

With these views he co-operated.

The wound love had given him throbbed duller and duller.

His success and the affection and admiration of his parents made him think more highly of himself, and resent with more spirit Margaret's ingratitude and discourtesy.