Think of Miss Newthorpe's face.

How noble it was! How impossible that it should plead for anything It might concede with a high, gracious smile, but not beseech anything.

That was the part of poor girls who had not been taught, in whom it was no shame to look up to one far above them and long--long for kindness.
The sunlight was creeping along the floor, nearer to her.

Oh sun of spring! nearer, nearer! Your warmth upon my hands, upon my face! Your warmth upon my heart, that _something_ warm may press there! The clocks were striking ten.

It was unkind to leave Mrs.Grail alone.
The girl hired to do rough work was coming today, but for all that it behoved her to be attentive to the good old lady, who never spoke to her save with good, motherly words.
Yes, away with it all! She must go down and be company to Gilbert's mother.