"Those of a tradesman," returned the rector--"narrow, selfish, and unpatriotic. The man is eternally writing and speaking against the continuance of the war. I have no patience with him."
"The war hurts his trade. I remember he remarked that only yesterday. But what other objection have you to him?"
"That is enough."
"He looks the gentleman, in my sense of the term," pursued Shirley, "and it pleases me to think he is such."
Caroline rent the Tyrian petals of the one brilliant flower in her bouquet, and answered in distinct tones, "Decidedly he is." Shirley, hearing this courageous affirmation, flashed an arch, searching glance at the speaker from her deep, expressive eyes.

"Those of a tradesman," returned the rector; "narrow, selfish, and unpatriotic. The man is eternally speaking against the continuance of the war. I have no patience with him."
"The war hurts his trade. He said that yesterday. What other objection have you to him?"
"That is enough."
"He looks the gentleman," pursued Shirley, "and it pleases me to think he is such."
Caroline, shredding a flower, answered in distinct tones, "Decidedly he is." Shirley flashed an arch, searching glance at her.
