What she did see was a remarkable gravity, not to say gloom, of countenance--the only feature of which that struck her being a pair of large dark-gray eyes, that were cold and earnest.

His manners had the ease of perfect confidence; and his talk and air were those of a person who might have known how to please, if it were worth the trouble, but who did not care twopence whether he pleased or not.
He made them each a bow, courtly enough, but there was no smile--not even an affectation of cordiality.

Sir Bale, however, was chatty, and did not seem to care much what he said, or what people thought of him; and there was a suspicion of sarcasm in what he said that the rustic literality of good Mrs.Bedel did not always detect.
"I believe I have not a clergyman but _you_, sir, within any reasonable distance ?" "Golden Friars _is_ the nearest," said Mrs.Bedel, answering, as was her pleasure on all practicable occasions, for her husband.

"And southwards, the nearest is Wyllarden--and by a bird's flight that is thirteen miles and a half, and by the road more than nineteen--twenty, I may say, by the road.

Ha, ha, ha! it is a long way to look for a clergyman." "Twenty miles of road to carry you thirteen miles across, hey?
The road-makers lead you a pretty dance here; those gentlemen know how to make money, and like to show people the scenery from a variety of points.