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"
No
,
no
,
I
am
a
grave
old
parson
.
If
I
try
to
draw
a
story
out
of
my
bag
a
sermon
comes
instead
.
Shall
I
preach
you
a
sermon
?
"
said
he
,
putting
on
his
short
-
sighted
glasses
,
and
pursing
up
his
lips
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Louisa
,
falteringly
.
"
Let
me
see
,
then
.
Against
cakes
:
how
cakes
are
bad
things
,
especially
if
they
are
sweet
and
have
plums
in
them
.
"
Louisa
took
the
affair
rather
seriously
,
and
got
down
from
the
Vicar
’
s
knee
to
go
to
Fred
.
"
Ah
,
I
see
it
will
not
do
to
preach
on
New
Year
’
s
Day
,
"
said
Mr
.
Farebrother
,
rising
and
walking
—
away
.
He
had
discovered
of
late
that
Fred
had
become
jealous
of
him
,
and
also
that
he
himself
was
not
losing
his
preference
for
Mary
above
all
other
women
.
"
A
delightful
young
person
is
Miss
Garth
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Farebrother
,
who
had
been
watching
her
son
’
s
movements
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Vincy
,
obliged
to
reply
,
as
the
old
lady
turned
to
her
expectantly
.
"
It
is
a
pity
she
is
not
better
-
looking
.
"
"
I
cannot
say
that
,
"
said
Mrs
.
Farebrother
,
decisively
.
"
I
like
her
countenance
.
We
must
not
always
ask
for
beauty
,
when
a
good
God
has
seen
fit
to
make
an
excellent
young
woman
without
it
.
I
put
good
manners
first
,
and
Miss
Garth
will
know
how
to
conduct
herself
in
any
station
.
"
The
old
lady
was
a
little
sharp
in
her
tone
,
having
a
prospective
reference
to
Mary
’
s
becoming
her
daughter
-
in
-
law
;
for
there
was
this
inconvenience
in
Mary
’
s
position
with
regard
to
Fred
,
that
it
was
not
suitable
to
be
made
public
,
and
hence
the
three
ladies
at
Lowick
Parsonage
were
still
hoping
that
Camden
would
choose
Miss
Garth
.
New
visitors
entered
,
and
the
drawing
-
room
was
given
up
to
music
and
games
,
while
whist
-
tables
were
prepared
in
the
quiet
room
on
the
other
side
of
the
hall
.
Mr
.
Farebrother
played
a
rubber
to
satisfy
his
mother
,
who
regarded
her
occasional
whist
as
a
protest
against
scandal
and
novelty
of
opinion
,
in
which
light
even
a
revoke
had
its
dignity
.
But
at
the
end
he
got
Mr
.
Chichely
to
take
his
place
,
and
left
the
room
.
As
he
crossed
the
hall
,
Lydgate
had
just
come
in
and
was
taking
off
his
great
-
coat
.
