"There may be a devilish Indian behind every tree," said Goodman Brown to himself; and he glanced fearfully behind him as he added, "What if the devil himself should be at my very elbow!"
He arose at Goodman Brown's approach and walked onward side by side with him.
You shall hear at once what sort of folk the Browns are--at least my branch of them; and then, if you don't like the sort, why, cut the concern at once, and let you and I cry quits before either of us can grumble at the other.
In the first place, the Browns are a fighting family.
At the close of their interview, Peter, with rather a mortified look, glanced downwards at his dress, parts of which appeared as ancient as the days of Goldthwaite & Brown. His upper garment was a mixed surtout, wofully faded, and patched with newer stuff on each elbow; beneath this he wore a threadbare black coat, some of the silk buttons of which had been replaced with others of a different pattern; and lastly, though he lacked not a pair of gray pantaloons, they were very shabby ones, and had been partially turned brown by the frequent toasting of Peter's shins before a scanty fire.
"Just as I swore to John Brown, my old partner," remarked Peter.
As Father Brown wrote the last and least essential part of his document, he caught himself writing to the rhythm of a recurrent noise outside, just as one sometimes thinks to the tune of a railway train.
Father Brown followed them with his finger on the edge of the table, like a man trying to learn a tune on the piano.
And when Dawra heard why the messengers had come, he received them kindly, and said at once that they should have Brown Bull.
And she, full of anger, decided to make good the boastful words of her messenger and take Brown Bull by force.
Donovan Brown's eminence as an artist has gained me one recruit, and yours as a baronet will gain me some more."
"My father's income was fifty times as great as that of Donovan Brown. Do you believe that Donovan Brown is fifty times as drunken and improvident as my father was?"
The little clergyman called Brown thanked him with unquestionable warmth, but still with a queer kind of simplicity.
"I told you my name was Brown; well, that's the fact, and I'm the priest of the little Catholic Church I dare say you've seen beyond those straggly streets, where the town ends towards the north.
He reached Brown
's at twenty minutes past two and left it again at twenty-three minutes past; for, directly he entered, the hall porter had handed him a telephone message.