He had never heard those solemn conversations which followed the reading of "The Evening Service," when the rector knelt by the side of his old friend, and they two talked with Death as with a companion.

So, though Julius meddled much with Sandal affairs, there was a life there into which he never entered.
One evening in October, Charlotte was walking with Stephen.

They had been to look at the new building, for every inch of progress was a matter of interest to them.

As they came through the village, they perceived that Farmer Huet was holding his apple feast; for he was carrying from his house into his orchard a great bowl of spiced ale, and was followed by a merry company, singing wassail as they poured a little at the root of every tree:-- "Here's to thee, good apple-tree! Whence thou may'st bud, and whence thou may'st blow, Whence thou may'st bear apples enou'; Hats full, caps full, Bushels full, sacks full.
Hurrah, then! Hurrah, then! Here's to thee, good apple-tree!" They waited a little to watch the procession round the orchard; and as they stood, Julius advanced from an opposite direction.

He took a letter from his pocket, which he had evidently been to the mail to secure, for Charlotte watched him break the seal as he approached; and when he suddenly raised his head, and saw her look of amazement, he made a little bravado of the affair, and said, with an air of frankness, "It is a letter from Harry.