"By the way, Mr. Macfarren, what do your people pay toward this man's salary? Five hundred? Three hundred? We only asked you two hundred, and this you found difficult. And yet you expect a two-thousand-dollar preacher."
"Well, his preaching was not his only fault," said Macfarren. "He was totally unsuited to our people. He was a man of no breeding, no manners, and in this town we need a man—"
"Wait a moment, Mr. Macfarren. You can put up with his preaching?"
"Yes."
"Did he visit his people?"
"Yes, goodness knows, he did that enough."
"Was his character good?"
"Oh, certainly."
"Then I understand you to say that as a preacher he was passable, as a pastor and as a man all that could be desired?"
"Oh, yes, certainly. But he was—well, if you have met him you must know what I mean. In short, he was uncouth and boorish in his manners."