But then how involuntary on his part, and how counter-balanced by that passionate idealism of his love, which glorified every pretty impulse in her to the noblest proportions! Under Wharton's Socratic method, she was conscious at times of the most wild and womanish desires, worthy of her childhood--to cry, to go into a passion!--and when they came to the village, and every human creature, old and young, dropped its obsequious curtsey as they passed, she could first have beaten them for so degrading her, and the next moment felt a feverish pleasure in thus parading her petty power before a man who in his doctrinaire pedantry had no sense of poetry, or of the dear old natural relations of country life.
They went first to Mrs.Jellison's, to whom Marcella wished to unfold her workshop scheme.
"Don't let me keep you," she said to Wharton coldly, as they neared the cottage; "I know you have to catch your train." Wharton consulted his watch.

He had to be at a local station some two miles off within an hour.
"Oh! I have time," he said.

"Do take me in, Miss Boyce.

I have made acquaintance with these people so far, as my constituents--now show them to me as your subjects.

Besides, I am an observer.