Every since he avowed himself a religious character, he had written nothing but the most vapid and nerveless twaddle. They were all against him. Of course there were predisposing causes. At first he was quite wild with rage, and would have fought the whole county, man by man, if they would have met him. Your poor papa thought self-assertion possible, where an injured man has right to rely upon, but he had been very long out of the world, and the theory won't do.
Nothing is harder than to get a person who has once been effectually slurred, received again.
Silas, I think, was right. I don't think it was practicable. It was near one o'clock. The storm had a little subsided, and I took a less agitated and more confident view of Uncle Silas than I had at an earlier hour of that evening. Lady Knollys drummed on the table with her finger points as she looked into the fire.