especially courteous to the young priest, introducing him first to the bishop and his wife, and then to his cousins.  Henrietta watched him through the whole evening, and told herself that he was a very mirror of courtesy in his own house.  She had seen it all before, no doubt; but she had never watched him as she now watched him since her mother had told her that he would die wifeless and childless because she would not be his wife and the mother of his children.

The bishop was a man sixty years of age, very healthy and handsome, with hair just becoming grey, clear eyes, a kindly mouth, and something of a double chin.  He was all but six feet high, with a broad chest, large hands, and legs which seemed to have been made for clerical breeches and clerical stockings.  He...