She made use of some of his father's words, and had assimilated them mentally besides appropriating them: the verbalizing of 'purpose,' then peculiar to his father, for example.

She said, in reply to a hint from him: 'If my lord will allow me an interview, I purpose to be obedient.' No one could imagine of her that she spoke broken-spiritedly.

Her obedience was to a higher than a mortal lord: and Gower was touched to the quick through the use of the word.
Contrasting her with Countess Livia and her cousin, the earl might think her inferior on the one small, square compartment called by them the world; but she carried the promise of growth, a character in expansion, and she had at least natural grace, a deerlike step.

Although her picturesqueness did not swarm on him with images illuminating night, subduing day, like the Countess Livia's, it was marked, it could tower and intermittently eclipse; and it was of the uplifting and healing kind by comparison, not a delicious balefulness.
The bigger houses, larger shops, austere streets of private residences, were observed by the recent inhabitant of Whitechapel.
'My lord lives in a square,' she said.
'We shall soon be there now,' he encouraged her, doubtful though the issue appeared.
'It is a summer morning for the Ortler, the Gross-Glockner, the Venediger,--all our Alps, Mr.Woodseer.' 'If we could fly!' 'We love them.' 'Why, then we beat a wing--yes.' 'For I have them when I want them to sight.

It is the feet are so desirous.