Without any theory of self-rule, she yet ruled her Self.

She was not one to slip about in the saddle, or let go the reins for a kick and a plunge or two.

There was the thing that should be, and the thing that should not be; the thing that was reasonable, and the thing that was absurd.

Add to all this, that she believed she saw in Mr.Wardour's behavior to his cousin, in the careful gentleness evident through all the severity of the schoolmaster, the presence of a deeper feeling, that might one day blossom to the bliss of her friend--and we need not wonder if Mary's heart remained calm in the very floods of its gratitude; while the truth she gathered by aid of the intercourse, enlarging her strength, enlarged likewise the composure that comes of strength.

She did not even trouble herself much to show Godfrey her gratitude.