His Grace — page 33: what you’re looking at

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HIS GRACE. 27 recommended. Thirty years ago Mr. Burgess would, I imagine, have been a prominent Evangelical, for he was a stout, heavy man, with bushy eyebrows, a long upper lip and a great, foolish nose ; living in this later epoch, he had become known as a somewhat advanced High Churchman. He could not possibly make himself look the part, which was a pity; but he had a fine sonorous voice, and his method of singing the service was ad- mired by some people. Indeed to be quite fair, I believe there were also some people who admired his sermons. Just now he was entitled to the respectful sympathy of his parishioners, having recently suffered a severe bereavement in the death of his wife, who had left him with the cares of ministering to a large small family upon his hands. Mr. Burgess, it appeared, was the only guest besides ourselves who had been invited to dine; but there were a number of people staying in the hovies none of whom struck me as being particularly interesting. Lady Dev- erell, who was as rich as she was pious, was given to hospitality ; but I imagine that she preferred entertain- ing those whom she could safely bully—old maids, mis- sionaries at home on leave, and so forth. After din- ner she put me through my facings in her usual abrupt, peremptory fashion. Why was I giving up my profes- sion? Didn’t I think that, if there was any disagree- ment between my uncle and myself, the chances were in favor of the older and more experienced man being in the right? Had my management of my own affairs been so successful that I could count with any certainty upon success in managing the affairs of a friend? She drew herself up and looked more forbidding than ever when she heard who my friend was. EoOmuie boo Sj (e(@) im