Her two little girls, who lay on the hearthrug with a picture-book between them, were bidden to make room for him.

When her husband appeared she bustled off, and in a minute or two she and the maid came in bringing toast and tea and hot water hissing in a silver urn.
As the evening passed Hyacinth began to realize that he had entered into a home of peace.

He felt that these people were neither greatly anxious to be rich nor much afraid of being poor.

They seemed in no way fretted that there were others higher in the social scale, cleverer or more brilliant than they were.

He understood that they were both of them religious in a way quite different from any he had known.