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Torkingham's house is so very small, and mine is so close at hand, that this arrangement to relieve him of the fuss of one meal, at least, naturally suggested itself; and the Bishop has fallen in with it very readily. How are you getting on with your observations? Have you not wanted me dreadfully, to write down notes? 'Well, I have been obliged to do without you, whether or no.

But he feared that Sir Blount's affairs had been in a seriously involved condition, which might necessitate many and unexpected changes. Time showed that Mr. Torkingham's surmises were correct.

She appeared a mere spot, hardly distinguishable from the grass, as she crossed the open ground, and soon became absorbed in the black mass of the fir plantation. Meanwhile the conversation at Mr. Torkingham's dinner-table was not of a highly exhilarating quality.

'Be cust if I would keep any such oath! But here's the pa'son, if my ears don't deceive me. There was a noise of horse's hoofs without, a stumbling against the door- scraper, a tethering to the window-shutter, a creaking of the door on its hinges, and a voice which Swithin recognized as Mr. Torkingham's.

You said it would be necessary to do it, and an opportunity, and I thought it my duty to show some hospitality when he was coming so near, Mr. Torkingham's house being so small. But of course I understood that the opportunity would be one for you in getting to know him, your prospects being so indefinite at present; not one for me.

'That was a singularly engaging young man who came up among Mr. Torkingham's candidates, said the Bishop to her somewhat abruptly. But abruptness does not catch a woman without her wit. 'Which one? she said innocently. 'That youth with the "corn-coloured" hair, as a poet of the new school would call it, who sat just at the side of the organ. Do you know who he is?

Torkingham's sermons make him think of soul-saving and other bewildering and uncomfortable topics. So when the son of Torkingham's predecessor asks Nat how it goes with him, that tiller of the soil answers promptly: 'Pa'son Tarkenham do tease a feller's conscience that much, that church is no holler-day at all to the limbs, as it was in yer reverent father's time!