...r to the church, and risk her happiness at a nod. Why will you distract a poor fellow with your raptures upon the joy of marriage? And much else, with breathless haste, I retorted. I looked at Evangelides and saw his age to be great, beard white as snow, though his face was unwrinkled. Swiftly, I tried to dive beneath that fair exterior, and, somehow, I compared him to a Homer, or some other great c...