Waiting Is Far More Difficult Than Doing.

Margaret Had Always Dreaded Lest Her Courage Should Fail Her In Any Emergency, And She Should Be Proved To Be, What She Dreaded Lest She Was--a Coward. But Now, In This Real Great Time Of Reasonable Fear And Nearness Of Terror, She Forgot Herself, And Felt Only An Intense Sympathy--intense To Painfulness--in The Interests Of The Moment.

Mrs Forrester ... Sat In State, Pretending Not To Know What Cakes Were Sent Up, Though She Knew, And We Knew, And She Knew That We Knew, And We Knew That She Knew That We Knew, She Had Been Busy All The Morning Making Tea-bread And Sponge-cakes.

It Is Bad To Believe You In Error. It Would Be Infinitely Worse To Have Known You A Hypocrite.

Mr. Thornton Felt That In This Influx No One Was Speaking To Margaret, And Was Restless Under This Apparent Neglect. But He Never Went Near Her Himself; He Did Not Look At Her. Only, He Knew What She Was Doing — Or Not Doing — Better Than Anyone Else In The Room. Margaret Was So Unconscious Of Herself, And So Much Amused By Watching Other People, That She Never Thought Whether She Was Left Unnoticed Or Not.

To Be Sure A Stepmother To A Girl Is A Different Thing To A Second Wife To A Man!