Father Barham stood humbly with his hat off. He was a man of infinite pluck; but outward humility--at any rate at the commencement of an enterprise,--was the rule of his life. "I am the Rev. Mr. Barham," said the visitor. "I am the priest of Beccles in Suffolk. I believe I am speaking to Mr. Melmotte."
[Illustration: Father Barham.]

Father Barham stood humbly with his hat off. Outward humility - at any rate at the start of an enterprise - was the rule of his life.
"I am the Reverend Mr. Barham," he said, "the priest of Beccles in Suffolk. I believe I am speaking to Mr. Melmotte."
