Elizabeth was coming back in that flushed mood when an able man or woman who begins to feel the tide of success or power rising beneath them also begins to remind himself or herself of all the old commonplaces about Fate or Chance.

Elizabeth's Greek reading had steeped her in them.

'Count no man happy till his death'; 'Count nothing finished till the end'; tags of this kind were running through her mind, while she smiled a little over the compliments that Sir Henry had been paying her.
He could not express, he said, the relief with which he had heard of her return to Mannering.

'Don't, please, go away again!' Everybody in the county who was at all responsible for its war-work felt the same.

Her example, during the winter, had been invaluable, and the skill with which she had brought the Squire into line, and set the Squire's neglected estate on the road to food-production, had been--in Sir Henry's view--nothing short of a miracle.
'Yes, a miracle, my dear lady!' repeated Sir Henry warmly.