I have said that Mr.Crawley was a stern, unpleasant man; and it certainly was so.

The man must be made of very sterling stuff, whom continued and undeserved misfortune does not make unpleasant.

This man had so far succumbed to grief, that it had left upon him its marks, palpable and not to be effaced.
He cared little for society, judging men to be doing evil who did care for it.

He knew as a fact, and believed with all his heart, that these sorrows had come to him from the hand of God, and that they would work for his weal in the long run; but not the less did they make him morose, silent, and dogged.

He had always at his heart a feeling that he and his had been ill-used, and too often solaced himself, at the devil's bidding, with the conviction that eternity would make equal that which life in this world had made so unequal; the last bait that with which the devil angles after those who are struggling to elude his rod and line.
The Framley property did not run into the parish of Hogglestock; but nevertheless Lady Lufton did what she could in the way of kindness to these new-comers.