Nataly was alive to the duties of wealth.

Had it been simply a demand for a donation, she would not have shown that momentary pucker of the brows, which Lady Blachington read as a contrast with the generous vivacity of the husband.
Nataly read a leaf of her fate in this announcement.

Nay, she beheld herself as the outer world wexedly beholds a creature swung along to the doing of things against the better mind.

An outer world is thoughtless of situations which prepare us to meet the objectionable with a will benumbed;--if we do not, as does that outer world, belong to the party of the readily heroical.

She scourged her weakness: and the intimation of the truth stood over her, more than ever manifest, that the deficiency affecting her character lay in her want of language.