She had a priest for her guest, and a new book with the reverend gentleman's autograph inscribed on the title-page.
"Is your coffee to your liking, Father ?" "A little more sugar, if you please." Miss Notman was proud of her hand, viewed as one of the meritorious details of her figure.

She took up the sugar-tongs with suavity and grace; she dropped the sugar into the cup with a youthful pleasure in ministering to the minor desires of her illustrious guest.

"It is so good of you, Father, to honor me in this way," she said--with the appearance of sixteen super-induced upon the reality of sixty.
Father Benwell was an adept at moral disguises of all kinds.

On this occasion he wore the disguise of pastoral simplicity.

"I am an idle old man at this hour of the afternoon," he said.