te of the elder woman's success and substance the younger was
unmistakably winning ascendancy over her.

Sec.6

Her pity made her kind. She no longer squabbled, complained or resented.
She took Joanna's occasionally insulting behaviour in good part. She
even wished that she would marry--not one of the subalterns, for they
were not her sort, but some decent small squire or parson. When the new
rector first came to Brodnyx she had great hopes of fixing a match
between him and Jo--for Ellen was now so respectable that she had become
a match-maker. But she was disappointed--indeed, they both were, for
Joanna had liked the looks of Mr. Pratt's successor, and though she did
not go so far as to dream of matrimony--which was still below her
horizons--she would have much appreciated his wooing.

But it soon became known that the new rector had strange views on the
subject of clerical marriage--in fact, he shocked his patron in many
ways. He was a large, heavy, pale-faced young man, with strange, sleek
qualities that appealed to her through their unaccustomedness. But he
was scarcely a sleek man in office, and under his drawling, lethargic
manner there was an energy that struck her as shocking and out of
place. He was like Lawrence, speaking forbidden words and of hidden
things. In church he preached embarrassing perfections--she could no
longer feel that she had attained the limits of churchmanship with her
weekly half-crown and her quarterly communion. He turned her young
people's heads with strange glimpses of beauty and obligation.

In fact, poor Joanna was deprived of the spectacle she had looked
forward to with such zest--that of a parish made to amend itself while
she looked on from the detachment of her own high standard. She was made
to feel just as uncomfortable as any wicked old man or giggling
hussy.... She was all the more aggrieved because, though Mr. Palmer had
displeased her, she could not get rid of him as she would have got rid
of her looker in the same circumstances. "If I take a looker and he
don't please me I can sack him--the gal I engage I can get shut of at a
month's warning, but a parson seemingly is the only kind you can put in
and not put out."

Then to crown all, he took away the Lion and the Unicorn from their
eternal dance above the Altar of God, and in their place he put tall
candles, casting queer red gleams into daylight.... Joanna could bear no
more; she swallowed the pride which for t