So much so, that one day she said to him, "I can hardly believe you have ever been a missionary." But at that he seemed so distressed that she was sorry for him, and said, sweetly, "Excuse me, Mr.
Hazel, my remark was in rather bad taste, I fear." "Not at all," said he.

"Of course I am unfit for missionary work, or I should not be here." Miss Rolleston took a good look at him, but said nothing.

However, his reply and her perusal of his countenance satisfied her that he was a man with very little petty vanity and petty irritability.
One day they were discoursing of gratitude; and Mr.Hazel said he had a poor opinion of those persons who speak of the burden of gratitude, and make a fuss about being "laid under an obligation." "As for me," said he, "I have owed such a debt, and found the sense of it very sweet." "But perhaps you were always hoping to make a return," said Helen.
"That I was.

Hoping against hope." "Do you think people are grateful, in general ?" "No, Miss Rolleston, I do not." "Well, I think they are.

To me at least.