She did not try to recall the words that he had spoken; it was simply the figure of the man who had been before her that now remained on her mind.

She did not stop to think whether or not he had spoken as a man with intellect would speak; whether he had spoken as a man whose orthodoxy was beyond suspicion would speak.

The question of his orthodoxy, of his intellect (which may be just the opposite), did not occur to her.

All she felt was that she had been talking face to face with a man.
So that the result of her evening's entertainment, after she had read her inspiring chapter in the Bible and said her bedside prayer, she might have defined in precisely the same words as she had spoken to her friend Ella when Ella had asked her, immediately on entering the carriage, what she thought of Herbert Courtland.
"He is the bravest man in the world at present." She did not fall asleep for a considerable time..