His politics are not mine, to be sure; but a man who has a stake in the country has a right to his own opinion, that was always my maxim,--thank Heaven, I am a very moderate man.

We must draw him amongst us; it will be our own fault, I am sure, if he is not quite domesticated at the rectory." "With such attraction,--yes," said the thin curate, timidly bowing to the ladies.
"It would be a nice match for Miss Caroline," whispered an old lady; Caroline overheard, and pouted her pretty lip.

The whist-tables were now set out, the music began, and Maltravers was left in peace.
The next day Mr.Merton rode his pony over to Burleigh.

Maltravers was not at home.

He left his card, and a note of friendly respect, begging Mr.Maltravers to waive ceremony, and dine with them the next day.
Somewhat to the surprise of the rector, he found that the active spirit of Maltravers was already at work.