An able face after all; cool, shrewd, and not unspiritual.

Very soon, he, the parson--whose name was Everett--and Elizabeth were drawn into conversation, and Marietta under Everett's good-humoured glance found himself observed as well as observer.
"You are trying to decipher us ?" said Everett, at last, with a smile.
"Well, we are not easy." "Could you be a great nation if you were ?" "Perhaps not.

England just now is a palimpsest--the new writing everywhere on top of the old.

Yet it is the same parchment, and the old is there.

Now _you_ are writing on a fresh skin." "But with the old ideas!" said Mariette, a flash in his dark eyes.
"Church--State--family!--there is nothing else to write with." The two men drew closer together, and plunged into conversation.
Elizabeth was left solitary a moment, behind the tea-things.