Behind the ivory on which the portrait was painted there was a lock of dark hair incased in crystal; and on the inside of the case, which was of some worthless metal gilded, there was scratched the name "Molly." How this Molly with the loose dark locks came to be admitted among the prim, and pious Caulfields is certainly more than I can understand.
My exploration of the house having resulted only in this little romantic accident of the likeness to Charlotte, I prepared to take my departure, no wiser than when I had first crossed the threshold.

The rector very politely proposed to show me the church; and as I considered that it would be well to take a copy of the Haygarthian entries in the register, I availed myself of his offer.

He despatched a maid-servant to summon his clerk, in order that that functionary might assist in the investigation of the registers.

The girl departed on this errand, while her master conducted me across his garden, in which there is now a gate opening into the churchyard.
It is the most picturesque of burial-grounds, darkened by the shadow of those solemn yews and spreading cedars.

We walked very slowly between the crumbling old tombstones, which have almost all grown one-sided with time.