"What are they Carnes to the Darlings, after all?
As different as night and day." But the Admiral's next visit was not quite so pleasant; for when he got back into the village road, expecting a nice walk to his luncheon and his pipe, a man running furiously almost knocked him down, and had no time to beg his pardon.

The runner's hat was off his head, and his hair blowing out, but luckily for itself his tongue was not between his teeth.
"Has the devil got hold of you at last, Jem Prater ?" the Admiral asked, not profanely; for he had seen a good deal of mankind, and believed in diabolical possession.
"For Parson! for Parson!" cried Jem, starting off again as hard as he could go.

"Butter Cheeseman hath hanged his self in his own scales.

And nobody is any good but Parson." Admiral Darling was much disturbed.

"What will the world come to?
I never knew such times," he exclaimed to himself, with some solemnity; and then set off, as fast as his overridden state permitted, for the house of Mr.Cheeseman.Passing through the shop, which had nobody in it, he was led by the sound of voices into a little room beyond it--the room in which Mr.Cheeseman had first received Caryl Carne.