The apostle of silence recked not his own rede, nor did he think of the impression which his purely destructive preaching might make upon other people.

He himself found in the eternities and immensities some kind of substitute for the Calvinistic Presbyterianism of his childhood.

To her it was idle rhetoric and verbiage.

He had taken away her dogmatic beliefs, and had nothing to put in their place.

Her "pale, drawn, suffering face" haunted Froude in his dreams.