I saw he was moved; but the expression on his face was one of pure and holy compassion.

That at this moment no less unselfish feeling mingled with it I am sure.
Mrs.Tod appeared at the door leading to the other half of the cottage; she was apparently speaking to Miss March on the staircase.

We heard again those clear, quick, decided tones, but subdued to a half-whisper.
"No, Mrs.Tod, I am not sorry you did it--on my father's account, 'tis best.

Tell Mr .-- the young gentleman--I forget his name--that I am very much obliged to him." "I will, Miss March--stay, he is just here .-- Bless us! she has shut the door already .-- Won't you take a seat, Mr.Halifax?
I'll stir up the fire in a minute, Mr.Fletcher.

You are always welcome in my kitchen, young gentlemen." And Mrs.Tod bustled about, well aware what a cosy and cheerful old-fashioned kitchen it was, especially of evenings.
But when John explained the reason of our intrusion there was no end to her pleasure and gratitude.