It was the talent of the man that he could so read the inward feelings of women with whom he conversed.

He knew that Eleanor was doubting him, and that, if she thanked him, she would only do so because she could not help it, but yet this did not make him angry or even annoy him.

Rome was not built in a day.
"I did not come for thanks," continued he, seeing her hesitation, "and do not want them--at any rate before they are merited.

But this I do want, Mrs.Bold, that I may make to myself friends in this fold to which it has pleased God to call me as one of the humblest of his shepherds.

If I cannot do so, my task here must indeed be a sad one.
I will at any rate endeavour to deserve them." "I'm sure," said she, "you will soon make plenty of friends." She felt herself obliged to say something.
"That will be nothing unless they are such as will sympathize with my feelings; unless they are such as I can reverence and admire--and love.