I should think you'd make a very good parson." Olva was brutal.

He felt that in Bunning's moist devoted eyes there was a dim pain.

But he was brutal because his whole soul revolted against sentimentality, not at all because his soul revolted against Bunning.
"No, I shouldn't make a good parson.

I never wanted to be one really.
But when your house is full of it, as our house was, you're driven.

When it wasn't relations it was all sorts of people in the parish--helpers and workers--women mostly.