Then he ended his sermon.
That evening the two men sat at dinner in the rectory.

It was a very fine rectory, beautifully furnished; for Owen was a man of taste which he had the means to gratify.

Also, although they were alone, the dinner was good--so good that the poor broken-down missionary, sipping his unaccustomed port, a vintage wine, sighed aloud in admiration and involuntary envy.
"What is the matter ?" asked Owen.
"Nothing, Mr.Owen;" then, of a sudden thawing into candour, he added: "that is, everything.

Heaven forgive me; but I, who enjoy your hospitality, am envious of you.

Don't think too hardly of me; I have a large family to support, and if only you knew what a struggle my life is, and has been for the last twenty years, you would not, I am sure.
But you have never experienced it, and could not understand.