No doubt he thought the tall brown-bearded clergyman in the shabby coat--it was one of Uncle Max's peculiarities to wear a shabby coat occasionally--was the sweetheart of the young lady in black.

Uncle Max--I am afraid I oftener called him Max--was only a few years older than myself, and had occupied the position of an elder brother to me.
He was my poor mother's only brother, and had been dearly loved by her,--not as I had loved Charlie, perhaps; but they had been much to each other, and he had always seemed nearer to me than Aunt Philippa, who was my father's sister; perhaps because there was nothing in common between us, and I had always been devoted to Uncle Max.
'Well, Ursula,' he said, pretending to look grave, but evidently far too pleased to see me to give me a very severe lecture, 'what is the meaning of this?
Does Mrs.Garston allow young ladies under her charge to stroll about Hyde Park in the twilight?
or have you stolen a march on her, naughty little she-bear ?' I drew my hand away with an offended air: when Uncle Max wished to tease or punish me he always reminded me that the name of Ursula signified she-bear, and would sometimes call me 'the little black growler'; and at such times it was provoking to think that Sara signified princess.

I have always wondered how far and how strongly our baptismal names influence us.

Of course he would not let me walk beside him in that dignified manner: the next instant I heard his clear hearty laugh, and then I laughed too.
'What an absurd child you are! I was thinking over your letter as I walked along.

It did not bring me to London, certainly; I had business of my own; but, all the same, I have walked across the Park this evening to talk to you about this extraordinary scheme.' But I would not let him go on.