Begging your pardon, my lady, it seems to me the generality of people may be divided into saints, scolds, and sinners.

Now, your ladyship is a saint, because you have a sweet and holy nature, in the first place; and have people to do your anger and vexation for you, in the second place.

And Jonathan Walker is a sinner, because he is sent to prison.

But here am I, half way, having but a poor kind of disposition at best, and yet hating sin, and all that leads to it, such as wasting, and extravagance, and gossiping,--and yet all this lies right under my nose in the village, and I am not saint enough to be vexed at it; and so I scold.

And though I had rather be a saint, yet I think I do good in my way." "No doubt you do, dear Miss Galindo," said Lady Ludlow.