rder。　Of　course；　St。　John　Rivers’　name　came　in　frequently　in　the　progress　of　my　tale。　When　I　had　done；　that　name　was　immediately　taken　up。

“This　St。　John；　then；　is　your　cousin？”

“Yes。”

“You　have　spoken　of　him　often：　do　you　like　him？”

“He　was　a　very　good　man；　sir；　I　could　not　help　liking　him。”

“A　good　man。　Does　that　mean　a　respectable　well…conducted　man　of　fifty？　Or　what　does　it　mean？”

“St　John　was　only　twenty…nine；　sir。”

“‘Jeune　encore；’　as　the　French　say。　Is　he　a　person　of　low　stature；　phlegmatic；　and　plain。　A　person　whose　goodness　consists　rather　in　his　guiltlessness　of　vice；　than　in　his　prowess　in　virtue。”

“He　is　untiringly　active。　Great　and　exalted　deeds　are　what　he　lives　to　perform。”

“But　his　brain？　That　is　probably　rather　soft？　He　means　well：　but　you　shrug　your　shoulders　to　hear　him　talk？”

“He　talks　little；　sir：　what　he　does　say　is　ever　to　the　point。　His　brain　is　first…rate；　I　should　think　not　impressible；　but　vigorous。”

“Is　he　an　able　man；　then？”

“Truly　able。”

“A　thoroughly　educated　man？”

“St。　John　is　an　acplished　and　profound　scholar。”

“His　manners；　I　think；　you　said　are　not　to　your　taste？—priggish　and　parsonic？”

“I　never　mentioned　his　manners；　but；　unless　I　had　a　very　bad　taste；　they　must　suit　it；　they　are　polished；　calm；　and　gentlemanlike。”

“His　appearance；—I　forget　what　description　you　gave　of　his　appearance；—a　sort　of　raw　curate；　half　strangle