It walks through life upright, and never hides its head for high or low." Her face was as the face of an angel now; and the actress, conquered by her beauty and her goodness, actually bowed her head and gently kissed the hand of the country wife whom she had quizzed a few hours ago.
Frailty paid this homage to virtue! Mabel Vane hardly noticed it; her eye was lifted to heaven, and her heart was gone there for help in a sore struggle.
"This would be to assassinate you; no less.

And so, madam," she sighed, "with God's help, I do refuse your offer; choosing rather, if needs be, to live desolate, but innocent--many a better than I hath lived so--ay! if God wills it, to die, with my hopes and my heart crushed, but my hands unstained; for so my humble life has passed." How beautiful, great, and pure goodness is! It paints heaven on the face that has it; it wakens the sleeping souls that meet it.
At the bottom of Margaret Woffington's heart lay a soul, unknown to the world, scarce known to herself--a heavenly harp, on which ill airs of passion had been played--but still it was there, in tune with all that is true, pure, really great and good.

And now the flush that a great heart sends to the brow, to herald great actions, came to her cheek and brow.
"Humble!" she cried.

"Such as you are the diamonds of our race.

You angel of truth and goodness, you have conquered!" "Oh, yes! yes! Thank God, yes!" "What a fiend I must be could I injure you! The poor heart we have both overrated shall be yours again, and yours for ever.