Nevertheless, His Moustachios Are Splendid.

Mr Thornton Would Rather Have Heard That She Was Suffering The Natural Sorrow. In The First Place, There Was Selfishness Enough In Him To Have Taken Pleasure In The Idea That His Great Love Might Come In To Comfort And Console Her; Much The Same Kind Of Strange Passionate Pleasure Which Comes Stinging Through A Mother's Heart, When Her Drooping Infant Nestles Close To Her, And Is Dependent Upon Her For Everything.

Don't Think To Come Over Me With Th' Old Tale, That The Rich Know Nothing Of The Trials Of The Poor; I Say, If They Don't Know, They Ought To Know.

There Is Always A Pleasure In Unravelling A Mystery, In Catching At The Gossamer Clue Which Will Guide To Certainty.

There Is Nothing Like Wounded Affection For Giving Poignancy To Anger.

Oh Yes!' And Suddenly The Wintry Frost-bound Look Of Care Had Left Mr. Thornton's Face, As If Some Soft Summer Gale Had Blown All Anxiety Away From His Mind; And, Though His Mouth Was As Much Compressed As Before, His Eyes Smiled Out Benignly On His Questioner.