My poor Helen! She has thrown herself away upon a charlatan! And what will become of her money in the hands of a man with such leveling notions, I dread to think." "He said something about buying friends with it," said the rector.
"Bribery and corruption must come natural to a fellow who could preach a sermon like that after marrying money!" "Why, my good madam, would you have a man turn his back on a girl because she has a purse in her pocket ?" "But to pretend to despise it! And then, worst of all! I don't know whether the indelicacy or the profanity was the greater!--when I think of it now, I can scarcely believe I really heard it!--to offer to show his books to every inquisitive fool itching to know _my_ niece's fortune! Well, she shan't see a penny of mine--that I'm determined on." "You need not be uneasy about the books, Mrs.Ramshorn.You remember the condition annexed ?" "Stuff and hypocrisy! He's played his game well! But time will show." Mr.Bevis checked his answer.

He was beginning to get disgusted with the old cat, as he called her to himself.
He too had made a good speculation in the hymeneo-money-market, otherwise he could hardly have afforded to give up the exercise of his profession.

Mrs.Bevis had brought him the nice little property at Owlkirk, where, if he worshiped mammon--and after his curate's sermon he was not at all sure he did not--he worshiped him in a very moderate and gentlemanly fashion.

Every body liked the rector, and two or three loved him a little.

If it would be a stretch of the truth to call a man a Christian who never yet in his life had consciously done a thing because it was commanded by Christ, he was not therefore a godless man; while, through the age-long process of spiritual infiltration, he had received and retained much that was Christian.
The ladies went to take off their bonnets, and their departure was a relief to the rector.