OntheeveninginquestionMr。Brocktookthearm-chairinwhichhealwayssat，acceptedtheonecupofteawhichhealwaysdrank，andopenedthenewspaperwhichhealwaysreadaloudtoMrs。
Armadale，whoinvariablylistenedtohimrecliningonthesamesofa，withthesamesortofneedle-workeverlastinglyinherhand。
“Blessmysoul！“criedtherector，withhisvoiceinanewoctave，andhiseyesfixedinastonishmentonthefirstpageofthenewspaper。
NosuchintroductiontotheeveningreadingsasthishadeverhappenedbeforeinallMrs。Armadale’sexperienceasalistener。
Shelookedupfromthesofainaflutterofcuriosity，andbesoughtherreverendfriendtofavorherwithanexplanation。