"There wasn't anything in it," said Ralph.
"Oh;—of course not."
"Patience might have imagined it," said Ralph. "That's just like such a sister as Patience."
"She's the best woman that ever lived," said Gregory.
"As good as gold," said Ralph. "I don't think, however, I shall very soon forgive Sir Thomas."
"I don't mind saying now that I am glad it is so," said Gregory; "though as regards Clary that seems to be cruel. But I don't think I could have come much here had she become your wife."
"Nothing shall ever separate us, Greg."
"I hope not;—but I don't know whether I could have done it. I almost think that I oughtn't to live where I should see her; and I did fear it at one time."
"She'll come to the parsonage yet, old fellow, if you'll stick to her," said Ralph.
"Never," said Gregory. Then that conversation was over.