"That is one of your anaemic and neurotic Christians," she remarked demurely.
Displeasure settled on Alan's brow; he greatly objected to Elisabeth's habit of making fun of things, and had tried his best to cure her of it.
To a great extent he had succeeded (for the time being); but even yet the cloven foot of Elisabeth's levity now and then showed itself, much to his regret.
"Exceptions do not disprove rules," he replied coldly.

"Moreover, Bateson is probably religious rather from the force of convention than of conviction." Tremaine never failed to enjoy his own rounded sentences, and this one pleased him so much that it almost succeeded in dispelling the cloud which Elisabeth's ill-timed gibe had created.
"He is a class-leader and a local preacher," she added.
"Those terms convey no meaning to my mind." "Don't they?
Well, they mean that Caleb not only loyally supports the government of Providence, but is prepared to take office under it," Elisabeth explained.
Alan never quarrelled with people; he always reproved them.

"You make a great mistake--and an extremely feminine one--Miss Farringdon, in invariably deducting general rules from individual instances.

Believe me, this is a most illogical form of reasoning, and leads to erroneous, and sometimes dangerous, conclusions." Elisabeth tossed her head; she did not like to be reproved, even by Alan Tremaine.

"My conclusions are nearly always correct, anyhow," she retorted; "and if you get to the right place, I don't see that it matters how you go there.