His eyes gleamed with that light which betrays the enthusiast, the idealist.

As he approached the explanation to which his story had tended, the signs of age and weakness disappeared before the intensity of his feeling.

Sidney understood now why he had always been conscious of something in the man's mind that was not revealed to him, of a life-controlling purpose but vaguely indicated by the general tenor of Michael's opinions.

The latter's fervour affected him, and he replied with emotion: 'You wish Jane to think of this money as you do yourself--not to regard it as wealth, but as the means of bringing help to the miserable.' 'That is my thought, Sidney.

It came to me in that form whilst I was sitting by her bed, when she was ill at Mrs.Peckover's.