Nobody could look at him without
seeing that there was a purpose and a meaning in his countenance.
He always wore, in summer and winter, a long dusky grey coat, which
buttoned close up to his neck and descended almost to his heels. He
was full six feet high, but being so slight in build, he looked as
though he were taller. He came at once at Lady Lufton's bidding,
putting himself into the gig beside the servant, to whom he spoke no
single word during the journey. And the man, looking into his face,
was struck with taciturnity. Now Mark Robarts would have talked with
him the whole way from Hogglestock to Framley Court; discoursing
partly as to horses and land, but partly also as to higher things.
And then Lady Lufton opened her mind and told her griefs to Mr.
Crawley, urging, however, through the whole length of her narrative,
that Mr. Robarts was an excellent parish clergyman,--"just such a
clergyman in his church as I would wish him to be," she explained,
with the view of saving herself from an expression of any of Mr.
Crawley's special ideas as to church teaching, and of confining him
to the one subject-matter in hand; "but he got this living so young,
Mr. Crawley, that he is hardly quite as steady as I could wish him to
be. It has been as much my fault as his own in placing him in such a
position so early in life.
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