"Yes."
"I don't know him much. I suppose he belongs to the parson language, to carry on our figure. They all do."
"He don't," said Diana. "That is what struck me in him. What are the signs of the 'parson' language?"
"A black coat and a white neckcloth, to begin with."
"He dresses in grey," said Diana laughing, "or in white; and wears any sort of a cravat."
"To go on,—Generally a grave face and a manner of great propriety; with a square way of arranging words."
"Mr. Masters has no manner at all; and he is one of the most entertaining people I ever knew."
"Jolly sort, eh?"
"No, I think not," said Diana; "I don't know exactly what you mean by jolly; he is never silly, and he does not laugh much particularly; but he can make other people laugh."
"Well, another sign is, they put a religious varnish over common things. Do you recognise that?"