After all, you know, it may be good for the weak people to struggle on their own feet, if the strong would only believe it, instead of always being carried.

The strong people _needn't_ be always trampling on themselves--if they only knew----' She stopped abruptly, flushing scarlet over her own daring.

Her eyes were feverishly bright, and her voice vibrated under a strange mixture of feelings--sympathy, reverence, and a passionate inner admiration struggling with rebellion and protest.
They had reached the gate of the Vicarage.

Elsmere stopped and looked at his companion with a singular lightening of expression.

He saw perfectly that the young impetuous creature understood him, that she felt his cause was not prospering and that she wanted to help him.