And the man, looking into his face, was struck with taciturnity.

Now Mark Robarts would have talked with him the whole way from Hogglestock to Framley Court; discoursing partly as to horses and land, but partly also as to higher things.
And then Lady Lufton opened her mind and told her griefs to Mr.
Crawley, urging, however, through the whole length of her narrative, that Mr.Robarts was an excellent parish clergyman,--"just such a clergyman in his church as I would wish him to be," she explained, with the view of saving herself from an expression of any of Mr.
Crawley's special ideas as to church teaching, and of confining him to the one subject-matter in hand; "but he got this living so young, Mr.Crawley, that he is hardly quite as steady as I could wish him to be.

It has been as much my fault as his own in placing him in such a position so early in life." "I think it has," said Mr.Crawley, who might perhaps be a little sore on such a subject.
"Quite so, quite so," continued her ladyship, swallowing down with a gulp a certain sense of anger.

"But that is done now, and is past cure.

That Mr.Robarts will become a credit to his profession, I do not doubt, for his heart is in the right place and his sentiments are good; but I fear that at present he is succumbing to temptation." "I am told that he hunts two or three times a week.