Barton has always impressed me as a right-minded man, who has the knack of doing himself injustice by his manner.' 'Now I never liked Barton,' said Mr.Fellowes.

'He's not a gentleman.
Why, he used to be on terms of intimacy with that canting Prior, who died a little while ago;--a fellow who soaked himself with spirits, and talked of the Gospel through an inflamed nose.' 'The Countess has given him more refined tastes, I daresay,' said Mr.
Ely.
'Well,' observed Mr.Cleves, 'the poor fellow must have a hard pull to get along, with his small income and large family.

Let us hope the Countess does something towards making the pot boil.' 'Not she,' said Mr.Duke; 'there are greater signs of poverty about them than ever.' 'Well, come,' returned Mr.Cleves, who could be caustic sometimes, and who was not at all fond of his reverend brother, Mr.Duke, 'that's something in Barton's favour at all events.

He might be poor _without_ showing signs of poverty.' Mr.Duke turned rather yellow, which was his way of blushing, and Mr.Ely came to his relief by observing,--'They're making a very good piece of work of Shepperton Church.

Dolby, the architect, who has it in hand, is a very clever fellow.' 'It's he who has been doing Coppleton Church,' said Mr.Furness.