Mr.Rotherham may not have all the qualities that a clergyman ought to possess, but he is far from being a bad man.

Good or bad, however, it is not probable that he will carry his transient partiality any farther than he has gone already." "Mr.Rotherham!--I have neither thought nor spoken of the pious vicar at all!" Mildred was now sadly confused.

Mr.Rotherham had made his proposals for her, only the day before, and he had been mildly, but firmly refused.
The recent occurrence was naturally uppermost in her mind; and the conjecture that her rejected suitor, under the influence of wine, might have communicated the state of his wishes, or what he fancied to be the state of his wishes, to her companion, was so very easy, that she had fallen into the error, almost without reflection.
"I beg pardon, sir--I really imagined," the confused girl answered; "but, it was a natural mistake for me to suppose you meant Mr.
Rotherham, as he is the only person who has ever spoken to my mother on the subject of any thing like a preference for me." "I should have less fear of those who spoke to your mother, Mildred, than of those who spoke only to _you_.

As I hate ambiguity, however, I will say, at once, that my allusion was to Mr.Wychecombe." "Mr.Wychecombe, Admiral Bluewater!"-- and the veteran felt the arm that leaned on him tremble violently, a sad confirmation of even more than he apprehended, or he would not have been so abrupt.

"Surely--surely--the warning you mean, cannot, _ought_ not to apply to a gentleman of Mr.
Wychecombe's standing and character!" "Such is the world, Miss Dutton, and we old seamen, in particular, get to know it, whether willingly or not.