She is as good as she is beautiful.

If any man but you insulted her, I would tell him what I thought; but as you are my oldest friend, I suppose you have the privilege to doubt of my honour." "No, no, Pen, dearest Pen," cried out Helen in an excess of joy.

"I told, I told you, Doctor, he was not--not what you thought:" and the tender creature coming trembling forward flung herself on Pen's shoulder.
Pen felt himself a man, and a match for all the Doctors in Doctordom.

He was glad this explanation had come.

"You saw how beautiful she was," he said to his mother, with a soothing, protecting air, like Hamlet with Gertrude in the play.