And who was so fit to marry the supreme woman as he, Albert Charlton, who was to do so much by advocating all sorts of reforms to help the world forward to its goal?
He liked that word goal.

A man's pet words are the key to his character.
A man who talks of "vocation," of "goal," and all that, may be laughed at while he is in the period of intellectual fermentation.

The time is sure to come, however, when such a man can excite other emotions than mirth.
And so Charlton, full of thoughts of his "vocation" and the world's "goal," was slipping into an attachment for a woman to whom both words were Choctaw.

Do you wonder at it?
If she had had a vocation also, and had talked about goals, they would mutually have repelled each other, like two bodies charged with the same kind of electricity.

People with vocations can hardly fall in love with other people with vocations.
But now Metropolisville was coming in sight, and Albert's attention was attracted by the conversation of Mr.Minorkey and the fat gentleman.
"Mr.Plausaby has selected an admirable site," Charlton heard the fat gentleman remark, and as Mr.Plausaby was his own step-father, he began to listen.