"Where be Mr. Eves, I wonder?" said Mrs. Pouncey, presently.  She was in truth disappointed.  "Mr. Templeton was a nice young gentleman, to be sure" (so she afterwards confided to a gossip), "but he was that quiet—well, you didn’t like to speak to him promiscous-like, for fear you spoiled the high thoughts a-rooting in his mind.  But that Mr. Eves, now—well, you weren’t afeared of high thoughts with him.  He was a merry feller, that he was, full of his fun; and talk—my dear, you should have heard him; ’twas just as if you poured out a kettle till it run dry, and the most beautiful long words, I do assure ’ee."