"Do we not all know some reverend, all but sacred, personage before whom our tongue ceases to be loud, and our step to be elastic? But were we once to see him stretch himself beneath the bed-clothes, yawn widely, and bury his face upon his pillow, we could chatter before him as glibly as before a doc"
"He knew the world too well to risk the comfort of such halcyon moments, by prolonging them till they were disagreeable."