Brutum fulmen.

But I saw through it--I saw through it." And the rector beamed on Loo through his spectacles with an innocent delight in a Christian charity which he mistook for cunning.
"You see," he went on, "we have spent a little money on the rectory.
To-morrow you will see that we have made good the roof of the church.
One could not ask the villagers to contribute, knowing that the children want boots and scarcely know the taste of jam.

Yes, John Turner was very kind to me.

He found me a buyer for one of my prints." The rector broke off with a sharp sigh and drank his tea.
"We shall never miss it," he added, with the hopefulness of those who can blind themselves to facts.

"Come, tell me your impressions of France." "I have been there before," replied Loo, with a curtness so unusual as to make Miriam glance at him.