She was like a congregation become so sure of its minister's soundness that it can risk going to sleep.

To begin with, he was quite incapable of pretending to be anything he was not.

Oh, how unlike a boy she had once known! His manner, like his voice, was quiet.

Being himself the son of a doctor, he did not dodder through life amazed at the splendid eminence he had climbed to, which is the weakness of Scottish students when they graduate, and often for fifty years afterwards.

How sweet he was to Dr.McQueen, never forgetting the respect due to gray hairs, never hinting that the new school of medicine knew many things that were hidden from the old, and always having the sense to support McQueen when she was scolding him for his numerous naughty ways.