As usual, sixteen implicitly acceded to the dictum of seventeen in such a matter, and said that he certainly was not nice.

They then branched off on the relative merits of other clerical bachelors in the vicinity, and both determined without any feeling of jealousy between them that a certain Rev.
Augustus Green was by many degrees the most estimable of the lot.

The gentleman in question had certainly much in his favour, as, having a comfortable allowance from his father, he could devote the whole proceeds of his curacy to violet gloves and unexceptionable neck ties.
Having thus fixedly resolved that the new-comer had nothing about him to shake the pre-eminence of the exalted Green, the two girls went to sleep in each other's arms, contented with themselves and the world.
Mrs.Grantly at first sight came to much the same conclusion about her husband's favourite as her daughters had done, though, in seeking to measure his relative value, she did not compare him to Mr.Green; indeed, she made no comparison by name between him and anyone else; but she remarked to her husband that one person's swans were very often another person's geese, thereby clearly showing that Mr.Arabin had not yet proved his qualifications in swanhood to her satisfaction.
"Well, Susan," said he, rather offended at hearing his friend spoken of so disrespectfully, "if you take Mr.Arabin for a goose, I cannot say that I think very highly of your discrimination." "A goose! No, of course, he's not a goose.

I've no doubt he's a very clever man.

But you're so matter-of-fact, Archdeacon, when it suits your purpose, that one can't trust oneself to any _facon de parler_.
I've no doubt Mr.Arabin is a very valuable man--at Oxford--and that he'll be a good vicar at St.Ewold.All I mean is that, having passed one evening with him, I don't find him to be absolutely a paragon.