"You are a very strange—a very unaccountable boy, Martin; but don't imagine you ever will be handsome: you cannot."
"I mean to try. But we were talking about Mrs. Pryor: she must be the most unnatural mama in existence, coolly to let her daughter come out in this weather. Mine was in such a rage, because I would go to church: she was fit to fling the kitchen-brush after me."
"Mama was very much concerned about me; but I am afraid I was obstinate: I would go."
"To see me?"
"Exactly: I thought of nothing else. I greatly feared the snow would hinder you from coming: you don't know how pleased I was to see you all by yourself in the pew."
"I came to fulfil my duty, and set the parish a good example. And so you were obstinate, were you? I should like to see you obstinate, I should. Wouldn't I have you in good discipline if I owned you? Let me take the umbrella."
"I can't stay two minutes: our dinner will be ready."
"And so will ours; and we have always a hot dinner on Sundays. Roast goose to-day, with apple-pie and rice-pudding. I always contrive to know the bill of fare: well, I like these things uncommonly; but I'll make the sacrifice, if you will."
"We have a cold dinner: my uncle will allow no unnecessary cooking on the Sabbath. But I must return: the house would be in commotion, if I failed to appear."
