"Thank you--I mean for thinking I might do better." "That is not much to be grateful for, I am afraid," replied Gerald, "since it implies, you know, that you have not done well." "I hope you like uncompromising truth, Mr.Halloway," said De Forest, leaning forward to look at him across Gerald.

"It's the only kind Miss Vernor deals in." "I prefer it infinitely to the most flattering falsehood imaginable," answered Denham.
"I believe clergymen are usually the last people to hear the truth about themselves," continued Gerald.

"Their position at the head of a community, pre-supposes their capability for the office, and naturally places them outside of the criticism of those under their immediate charge, who are nevertheless just the ones best qualified to judge them.
But of course scholars may not teach the teacher." "What an invaluable opening for you who are _not_ one of Mr.Halloway's flock," said De Forest, "to undertake to remedy the deficiency, and to be in yourself a whole critical public to him, a licensed _Free Press_ as it were, pointing out all his errors with the most unhesitating frankness and unsparing perspicuity!" "Do you think your love of truth would hold out long under such a crucial test ?" asked Gerald, turning quite seriously to Denham.

The moonlight shone full on her clear-cut, cameo-like face.

Her eyes, with their shadowy fringe, looked deeper and blacker than midnight.