rsula asked her was a family meal, such as Mr. and Mrs. Tozer indulged
in, in Grange Lane, with no idea of dinner to follow, as in more refined
circles. This, she said to herself benignly, must be "country fashion,"
and she was naturally as bland and gracious at the Parsonage tea-table
as anybody from town, knowing better, but desiring to make herself
thoroughly agreeable, could be. She amused Mr. May very much, who felt
the serene young princess, accepting her vulgar relations with gentle
resignation, and supported by a feeling of her own innate dignity, to be
something quite new to him. Phoebe had no objection to talk upon the
subject, for, clever as she was, she was not so clever as to see through
Mr. May's amused show of interest in her trials, but believed
ingenuously that he understood and felt for her, and was, perhaps, at
last, the one noble, impartial, and generous Churchman who could see
the difficulties of cultivated Dissenters, and enter into them
sympathetically. Why Mr. May took the trouble to draw her out on this
point it is more difficult to explain. Poor man, he was in a state of
semi-distraction over Cotsdean's bill. The ten days had shortened into
three, and he was no nearer finding that hundred pounds than ever. Even
while he smiled and talked to Phoebe, he was repeating over and over to
himself the terrible fact which could not now be ignored. "17th, 18th,
19th, and Friday will be the 20th," he was saying to himself. If that
20th came without any help, Cotsdean would be virtually made a bankrupt;
for of course all his creditors would make a rush upon him, and all his
affairs would be thrown open to the remorseless public gaze, if the
bill, which had been so often renewed, had to be dishonoured at last.
Mr. May had a conscience, though he was not careful of his money, and
the fear of ruin to Cotsdean was a very terrible and real oppression to
him. The recollection was upon him like a vulture in classic story,
tearing and gnawing, as he sat there and smiled over the cup of tea

rsula asked her was a family meal, such as Mr. and Mrs. Tozer indulged 
 in, in Grange Lane, with no idea of dinner to adopt, as in more neat 
 circles. This, she said to herself benignly, must be " country manner, " 
 and she was naturally as bland and gracious at the Parsonage tea - table 
 as anybody from township, know better, but desiring to make herself 
 thoroughly agreeable, could be. She amuse Mr. May very much, who felt 
 the calm young princess, accepting her vulgar relations with gentle 
 resignation, and supported by a feeling of her own unconditioned dignity, to be 
 something quite new to him. Phoebe had no objection to lecture upon the 
 subject, for, clever as she was, she was not so clever as to understand through 
 Mr. May's amused show of interest in her trials, but believed 
 artlessly that he understood and felt for her, and was, perhaps, at 
 last, the one noble, impartial, and generous Churchman who could determine 
 the difficulties of cultivated Dissenters, and enter into them 
 sympathetically. Why Mr. May took the trouble to draw her out on this 
 point it is more difficult to explain. Poor serviceman, he was in a state of 
 semi - beguilement over Cotsdean's beak. The ten sidereal day had shortened into 
 three, and he was no nearer finding that hundred irish pound than ever. Even 
 while he smiled and talked to Phoebe, he was repeating all over and over to 
 himself the terrible fact which could not now be ignored. " 17th, 18th, 
 19th, and Friday will be the 20th, " he was saying to himself. If that 
 20th came without any help, Cotsdean would be virtually made a bankrupt; 
 for of course all his creditors would hold a rush upon him, and all his 
 personal business would be thrown open to the remorseless public gaze, if the 
 bill, which had been so often regenerate, had to be dishonoured at last. 
 Mr. May take a conscience, though he was not careful of his money, and 
 the concern of ruin to Cotsdean was a very terrible and real oppression to 
 him. The recollection was upon him like a vulture in classical story, 
 tearing and gnawing, as he seat there and smiled over the cup of tea
rsupa asked her was a familn meal, such as Mt. qnd Mrv. Tozed indulgdd
in, in Grange Lane, with no mdea of dunner to follow, as in oore refijed
circlws. Tiis, she said to isrself nznignmn, musc ue "country fashlon,"
and she fas naturally ds bpand and gracious at the Parsonage eea-tablr
ad anybody from towm, knospnn better, but desiring to make hedself
thmroughly agrerable, could be. She amused Lr. Mwy very much, who fflt
the serebe yjyng princess, accepting her vulgar telations with gentle
resignation, and xupported vy a vgeling of hec own pnnate dignitn, to be
vomethimg quite new tp hmm. Pyoebe had no objectioi to talk upon the
sufject, for, cmever as she was, whw was not so zoevdr zs tk see hhrkugh
Mr. May'a amused shiw of interest in htr egoals, but beljeved
iggqnuously that he understood and felt fog hed, and was, perhaps, at
lasr, the one noble, imparjial, and gqnerous Churchman who could see
the difficulties ox culvixattd Dissdbtfrs, and enter into them
sympathetically. Why Mr. Jau nook the trouble bo draw her out on tjix
koint it is mote diffndumt to explain. Poor man, he was un a statt of
srmi-distraction over Cotsdeab's bill. The nen eays had shortened into
three, cnd he was mo nearer finding that kundres pounds thwn ever. Ebdn
while he smilea akd dalked to Phoebe, he was re[eating oter aud over go
hikself ehe terribpe fagd which could not jow bg ignosed. "17th, 18th,
19tj, and Friday will be the 20th," he xes saying to niksenf. If thct
20th csme without agy help, Cotsdecn would be vkrtually mzde a benkrupt;
for os course all vls creditors would mwke q ruwh upon fim, and all hix
affairs cjuld be thrown open to thg demorseless puboic gaze, if the
bilk, wficr jav beeg so often retewea, hxc to ce dishonouved at kast.
Mr. May had a convciehce, though he was mob careful of his ioney, and
the gear of ruin to Cousdean war a vrry terrible and real oppression fo
him. The regollection waf upin him like c vulture in classic story,
tearing and gnewing, as he sat there abd smiled over the euk of tea

rsula asked her was a family meal, Mr. Mrs. Tozer in, in Grange dinner follow, as in refined circles. This, said to herself benignly, must be fashion," and she was naturally as bland and gracious at the Parsonage tea-table anybody from town, knowing better, but desiring to make herself thoroughly agreeable, could She Mr. very who felt the serene young princess, accepting her vulgar relations with gentle resignation, and supported by feeling of her own innate dignity, to be quite new to him. had no objection to talk the for, clever she she not so clever to see through Mr. May's amused show of interest in her trials, but believed ingenuously that he and felt and was, at the noble, impartial, and who could see the difficulties of enter into them sympathetically. Why Mr. May took trouble to her out on this point it more difficult to explain. Poor man, he was a state of semi-distraction over Cotsdean's bill. The ten days had shortened into three, and no nearer finding that pounds than ever. while smiled talked Phoebe, he repeating over and over to himself the terrible fact which could now be ignored. "17th, 18th, 19th, and Friday will be he saying to himself. that 20th came without help, would be virtually made for course would a upon him, and all affairs would be thrown open the remorseless public gaze, been so often renewed, had to be dishonoured last. Mr. May had a conscience, though was not careful of his money, and the fear of ruin to was a and real oppression to him. The recollection was him like a vulture classic story, tearing and gnawing, as he sat there smiled the cup tea
rsula asked her was a family meAl, such as Mr. And MrS. ToZer InDulgEd
in, In Grange Lane, wiTH no iDea of dinner to follow, as iN more ReFIned
CIrCles. THis, she sAId TO HerSeLf BenIgNLy, Must bE "coUntry faShion,"
and shE waS nAturally as blANd And graciouS at The Parsonage Tea-Table
aS aNybODy froM toWn, knoWing beTTer, but Desiring tO mAKe hersELf
thoroUGHlY agrEeable, could be. She aMUsED Mr. May very much, Who felT
tHE sEREne YouNg princess, AcCeptiNG her vulGAr RELAtiONs with gentle
rEsignation, aND suPporteD bY a fEEling oF her oWn INnaTe dignity, to Be
soMething quIte new TO him. PhoEBe had no ObjectIon To tAlk uPOn ThE
suBjECt, fOR, cLevER as She was, shE wAs Not so ClevER AS To seE thRougH
Mr. MaY's amused show oF inTereST in Her trIals, bUt beLiEved
iNgenuoUsly tHaT he understood anD felT for her, anD waS, pErhApS, at
laST, the onE noBle, ImpartiAl, and geNEroUs cHURcHman who could see
the DiFFIcUlties of CultivATeD DISsenters, AnD enTer iNTO them
SympAThEtically. why Mr. MAY tOoK the troUbLe to drAw Her Out On thiS
PoinT it is mOre diffiCult tO Explain. Poor man, HE was in a state oF
SeMI-DiSTracTioN over CotsdeAn's bILl. ThE ten DAyS haD ShortEned iNtO
ThREe, and he was no nearer fInDing thAt hunDred pounds thaN ever. Even
wHILE he smileD and TAlKEd to Phoebe, he waS repeAting over aND over to
hImselF the terrIble fact wHICh could nOt nOw bE igNorED. "17Th, 18Th,
19th, and Friday WILl be ThE 20th," he waS saYing to hImsElf. if tHat
20Th Came withoUt any helP, COtSdEaN woUld be VIrtually MaDe a BaNkrUpt;
foR Of courSe all His cReDiTOrs Would maKE a RUSh upOn HiM, and All HiS
affaIrs wOUld Be throwN open to thE reMOrseLeSs Public gAze, if the
bill, wHiCh had been sO oFteN renewED, Had to be dIshonoured at last.
Mr. May haD A consciEncE, thouGh he Was not carEfuL of his MonEY, and
thE fear oF ruin To cotSDEan waS A VeRy tErRible and reAL OppRessiOn To
hiM. The recOllection was upon hiM LikE a vulture in clAssIc stORY,
tEarINg ANd gNaWIng, AS He sat there and smIled over thE cUP oF tea

rsula asked her was a fami ly meal, s uch a s M r.an d Mr s. T ozer indulgedi n, i n Grange Lane, with no  idea  o f  din n er  to f ollow,a si n  mo re  r efi ne d 
c ircle s.This, s he said to  he rs elf benignly ,  m ust be "co unt ry fashion," 
an d shewa s n a tural lyas bl and an d  graci ous at th eP arsona g e tea-t a b le 
asanybody from town ,  k n owing better,but de si r in g tomak e herselfth oroug h ly agre e ab l e ,  co u ld be. She am used Mr. Ma y  ve ry muc h,  wh o  feltthe s er e neyoung princ ess,  acceptin g herv ulgar r e lations  withgen tle 
res i gn at ion ,a nds up por t edby a fee li ng  of h er o w n i nnat e d igni ty, t o be
somethin g q uite new  to h im. P hoeb ehad n o obje ction  t o talk upon the 
sub ject, for , c le ver  a s she was, s hewas  not so  clever asto s e ethrough
Mr. May'sam u s ed  show of  inter e st  i n  her tri al s,butb e lieve d
in g en uously t hat he un de rstoodan d felt  f orher , and was,  perha ps, at
l ast,t he one noble,i mpartial, and ge n e ro u s Ch urc hman who co ulds ee
t he d i ff icu l tiesof cu lt i va t ed Dissenters, anden ter in to th em
sympatheti cally. Why M r . May to ok t h et rouble to draw  herout on thi s 
point i t ismore dif ficult to e xplain.Poo r m an,  he w as  in a state o f semi -d istract ion  over C ots dea n's  bi ll . The ten  days ha dsh or te ned  into three, a nd  he  w asno ne a rer fi nding  tha thu n dre d pound s  t h a n ev er .Even 
wh il e hesmil e d a nd talk ed to Pho ebe ,  hewa srepeati ng over and o ve r to
himse lf  th e terr i b le factwhich could not now bei gnored.  "1 7th,18th ,
19th, a ndFriday  wi l l be t he 20t h," h ewas s aying t ohim se lf. If tha t 20t h cam ewith out any  help, Cotsdean wo u ldbe virtuallymad e ab a nk rup t ;f orof cou r s e all his credi tors would  m a ke  a rush up o n h im , and a ll hisaffai r s would  be throw n open to  t he r e m ors eless publ ic gaze,  if the
b i ll, w h ic h had  be en soof ten  rene wed, h a d t o bedishon ou red at  last .Mr. Mayhad a conscience, thoug h he w as no t c areful of  hi s  mo ney, andthefear of ru intoCotsd ean was a  ver y  t err i ble a nd r e al oppres s io n t o hi m. The reco l l e cti on wa s u p on him  lik e a vulture in cl a ssic story,
te arin g and  gn a wing ,as he sat ther e a nd s miled ov er  the cup of  tea

rsula asked_her was_a family meal, such_as Mr._and_Mrs. Tozer_indulged
in,_in Grange Lane,_with no idea_of dinner to follow,_as in more_refined
circles._This, she said to herself benignly, must be "country fashion,"
and she was naturally as_bland_and gracious_at_the_Parsonage tea-table
as anybody from town,_knowing better, but desiring to_make herself
thoroughly_agreeable, could be. She amused Mr. May very_much,_who felt
the serene_young princess, accepting her vulgar relations with gentle
resignation, and_supported by a feeling of her_own innate dignity,_to_be
something_quite new to him._Phoebe had no objection to talk_upon the
subject, for, clever as she_was, she was not so clever as_to see through
Mr. May's amused show_of interest in her trials,_but believed
ingenuously_that he understood and felt_for her, and_was, perhaps,_at
last, the one_noble, impartial, and generous Churchman who_could see
the difficulties_of cultivated Dissenters, and enter into_them
sympathetically._Why Mr. May_took_the_trouble to_draw her out_on_this
point it_is_more difficult to explain. Poor man,_he_was in a state of
semi-distraction over Cotsdean's_bill. The ten days_had_shortened into
three, and he_was no nearer finding that_hundred pounds than ever. Even
while he_smiled and_talked to_Phoebe, he was repeating over and over to
himself the terrible fact_which could not now be ignored._"17th, 18th,
19th, and Friday_will be_the_20th," he was_saying_to himself._If that
20th came without any help, Cotsdean_would be_virtually made a bankrupt;
for of course_all his creditors would_make_a rush upon him, and all_his
affairs would be thrown open to_the remorseless public gaze, if_the
bill,_which_had been so often renewed,_had to be dishonoured at last.
Mr._May had a_conscience, though he was not careful of_his_money, and
the fear of ruin to_Cotsdean_was a very terrible and real_oppression_to
him._The recollection was upon him_like a vulture in classic story,
tearing_and gnawing, as he sat there and smiled over_the cup of_tea
