I don't pretend to say that Mrs.Riccabocca is a Mrs.Dale," added the parson, with lofty candour,--"there is but one Mrs.Dale in the world; but still, you have drawn a prize in the wheel matrimonial! Think of Socrates, and yet he was content even with his--Xantippe!" Dr.Riccabocca called to mind Mrs.Dale's "little tempers," and inly rejoiced that no second Mrs.Dale had existed to fall to his own lot.
His placid Jemima gained by the contrast.

Nevertheless he had the ill grace to reply, "Socrates was a man beyond all imitation!--Yet I believe that even he spent very few of his evenings at home.

But revenons a nos moutons, we are nearly at Mrs.Fairfield's cottage, and you have not yet told me what you have settled as to Leonard." The parson halted, took Riccabocca by the button, and informed him, in very few words, that Leonard was to go to Lansmere to see some relations there, who had the fortune, if they had the will, to give full career to his abilities.
"The great thing, in the mean while," said the parson, "would be to enlighten him a little as to what he calls--enlightenment." "Ah!" said Riccabocca, diverted, and rubbing his hands, "I shall listen with interest to what you say on that subject." "And must aid me: for the first step in this modern march of enlightenment is to leave the poor parson behind; and if one calls out 'Hold! and look at the sign-post,' the traveller hurries on the faster, saying to himself, 'Pooh, pooh!--that is only the cry of the parson!' But my gentleman, when he doubts me, will listen to you,--you're a philosopher!" "We philosophers are of some use now and then, even to parsons!" "If you were not so conceited a set of deluded poor creatures already, I would say 'Yes,'" replied the parson, generously; and, taking hold of Riccabocca's umbrella, he applied the brass handle thereof, by way of a knocker, to the cottage door..