"He will ride in no chariot.

He has written that he will walk here from Heddington, and none is to meet him." "He will come by the cross-roads, perhaps," rejoined the other piously.
"Well, well, memory is a flower or a rod, as John Fox said, and the cross-roads have memories for him." Again flashes of humour crossed his face, for he had a wide humanity, of insufficient exercise.
"He has made full atonement, and thee does ill to recall the past, Reuben," rejoined the other sternly.
"If he has done no more that needs atonement than he did that day at the cross-roads, then has his history been worthy of Hamley," rejoined the wizened Elder, eyes shut and head buried in his collar.

"Hamley made him--Hamley made him.

We did not spare advice, or example, or any correction that came to our minds--indeed, it was almost a luxury.

Think you, does he still play the flute--an instrument none too grave, Luke ?" But, to this, Luke Claridge exclaimed impatiently and hastened on; and the little wizened Elder chuckled to himself all the way to the house of John Fairley.