She had touched his family pride for an instant; but only for an instant.

What he was abidingly conscious of, was of a beautiful wild creature struggling with difficulties in which he was somehow himself concerned, and out of which, in some way or other, he was becoming more and more determined--absurdly determined--to help her.
"Oh! no doubt the world will do very well without us some day," he said lightly, in answer to her tirade; "no one is indispensable.

But are you so sure, Miss Boyce, you believe in your own creed?
I thought I had observed--pardon me for saying it--on the two or three occasions we have met, some degenerate signs of individualism?
You take pleasure in the old place, you say; you were delighted to come and live where your ancestors lived before you; you are full of desires to pull these poor people out of the mire in your own way.

No! I don't feel that you are thorough-going!" Marcella paused a frowning moment, then broke suddenly into a delightful laugh--a laugh of humorous confession, which changed her whole look and mood.
"Is that all you have noticed?
If you wish to know, Mr.Raeburn, I love the labourers for touching their hats to me.

I love the school children for bobbing to me.