He could expect nothing beyond a possible rectorate in the remote distance, with one of those little pony chapels to preach in, which, if it were set up on a stout pole, would pass for a good-sized martin-house.

Cyprian might do to practise on, but there was no danger of her looking at him in a serious way.

As for that youth, Clement Lindsay, if he had not taken himself off as he did, Murray Bradshaw confessed to himself that he should have felt uneasy.

He was too good-looking, and too clever a young fellow to have knocking about among fragile susceptibilities.

But on reflection he saw there could be no danger.
"All up with him,--poor diavolo! Can't understand it--such a little sixpenny miss--pretty enough boiled parsnip blonde, if one likes that sort of thing--pleases some of the old boys, apparently.