Thewholemindofthemanwas，asshetoldherself，withinhergrasp。Hemighthavetakenthetwentypounds；hemighthavetakenitandspentit，thoughitwasnothisown；butyethewasnothief。Norwasheamadman。
NomanmoresaneinpreachingthegospelofhisLord，inmakingintelligibletotheignorantthepromisesofhisSaviour，evergotintoaparishpulpit，ortaughtinaparishschool。Theintellectofthemanwasasclearasrunningwaterinallthingsnotappertainingtohisdailylife，anditsdifficulties。Hecouldbelogicalwithavengeance——sologicalastocauseinfinitetroubletohiswife，who，withallhergoodsense，wasnotlogical。AndhehadGreekathisfingers’ends——ashisdaughterverywellknew。AndeventothisdayhewouldsometimesrecitetothemEnglishpoetry，linesafterlines，stanzasuponstanzas，inasweetlowmelancholyvoice，onlongwintereveningswhenoccasionallytheburdenofhistroubleswouldbelightertohimthanwasusual。BooksinLatinandinFrenchhereadwithasmucheaseasinEnglish，andtookdelightinsuchascametohim，whenhewouldcondescendtoacceptsuchloansfromthedeanery。Andtherewasattimesalightnessofheartabouttheman。InthecourseofthelastwinterhehadtranslatedintoGreekirregularversetheverynobleballadofLordBateman，maintainingtherhythmandtherhyme，andhadrepeateditwithuncouthgleetillhisdaughterknewitallbyheart。
Andwhentherehadcometohimafive—poundnotefromsomeadmiringmagazineeditorasthepriceofthesame——stillthroughthedean’shands——hehadbrighteneduphisheartandhadthoughtforanhourortwothatevenyettheworldwouldsmileuponhim。Hiswifeknewwellthathewasnotmad；butyetsheknewthatthereweredarkmomentswithhim，inwhichhismindwassomuchastraythathecouldnotjustlybecalledtoaccountastowhathemightrememberandwhathemightforget。Howwoulditbepossibletoexplainallthistoajudgeandjury，sothattheymightneithersaythathewasdishonest，noryetthathewasmad？
’Perhapshepickeditup，andhadforgotten，’herdaughtersaidtoher。
Perhapsitwasso，butshemightnotasyetadmitasmucheventoherchild。