This is Father Benwell's little sermon.

I think it has a merit, Arthur--it is a sermon soon over." Penrose looked up at his superior, eager to hear more.
He was a very young man.

His large, thoughtful, well-opened gray eyes, and his habitual refinement and modesty of manner, gave a certain attraction to his personal appearance, of which it stood in some need.
In stature he was little and lean; his hair had become prematurely thin over his broad forehead; there were hollows already in his cheeks, and marks on either side of his thin, delicate lips.

He looked like a person who had passed many miserable hours in needlessly despairing of himself and his prospects.

With all this, there was something in him so irresistibly truthful and sincere--so suggestive, even where he might be wrong, of a purely conscientious belief in his own errors--that he attached people to him without an effort, and often without being aware of it himself.