Could a man devote his life to this forsaken parish and yet be a light set on a hill for the world?
Had not his own life taught the folly of that hope?
He sighed and turned from the window.

He had quite forgotten Hetty.
He stepped to the door to summon Johnny Whitelamb: but the sound of voices drew him across the passage to the best parlour, and there at the threshold his eyes fell on Sukey's headdress.
"Susannah!" "Yes, father." Sukey stepped forward to be kissed.
"Take off that--that _thing_!" "Yes, father." She untied the strings obediently.
"If your husband chooses to dress and carry you about the country like a figure of fun, I cannot prevent him.

But in my house remember that I am your father, and take my assurance that, although Jezebel tired her head, she had the saving grace of not looking like a fool." Mr.Wesley turned on his heel and strode back to his books.
"Why don't you stand up to him ?" asked Mr.Dick Ellison suddenly, on the road to Kelstein.
"To father ?" Hetty came out of her day-dreams with a start.
"Yes: you've been having a tiff this morning, anyone can see.
Young man is poison to him, hey?
Why don't you take a leaf out of my book?
'Paternal authority'-- and a successor of the apostles into the bargain--that's his ground.

Well, I don't allow him to take it.
'Beggars can't be choosers' is mine, and I pin him to it.

Oh, yes, _I'm_ poison to him, but it does him good.