She knew that he would do now nothing of that which she had apprehended.

She could trust him not to be false in his word to her, though she could not before have trusted him not to commit so much heavier a sin.

If he would really employ himself from morning till night among the poor, he would be better so,--his trouble would be easier of endurance,--than with any other employment which he could adopt.

What she most dreaded was that he should sit idle over the fire and do nothing.

When he was so seated she could read his mind, as though it was open to her as a book.