But, again, there came upon me, for my relief, that odd impression that Herbert Pocket would never be very successful or rich.
But the thing is," said Herbert Pocket, "that you look about you.
Then the time comes," said Herbert, "when you see your opening.
On the Monday morning at a quarter before nine, Herbert went to the counting-house to report himself - to look about him, too, I suppose - and I bore him company.
When Herbert came, we went and had lunch at a celebrated house which I then quite venerated, but now believe to have been the most abject superstition in Europe, and where I could not help noticing, even then, that there was much more gravy on the tablecloths and knives and waiters' clothes, than in the steaks.
Pocket, baby and all, and was caught by Herbert and myself.
But specially he wished him to marry his daughter Jane, for he loved her best, and would think of no more happy fate for her than to be the wife of such a man as George Herbert.
Soon after this, George Herbert was offered the living of Bemerton near Salisbury.
Herbert was very fond of music; he sang, and played too, upon the lute and viol.
George Herbert, which used to be so trim and clean, came into that company so soiled and discomposed.
This story reminds us that besides being a parson Herbert was a courtier and a fine gentleman.