He would not say to her what he had meant to say until she knew the truth about her own circumstances.

In simple words, she being rich and he having only what he earned by his daily work, Sidney did not think it right to speak whilst she was still in ignorance.

The delicacy of her instincts, and the sympathies awakened by her affection, made this perfectly clear to her, strange and difficult to grasp as the situation was at first.

When she understood, how her soul laughed with exulting merriment! Consecration to a great idea, endowment with the means of wide beneficence--this not only left her cold, but weighed upon her, afflicted her beyond her strength.

What was it, in truth, that restored her to herself and made her heart beat joyously?
Knit your brows against her; shake your head and raze her name from that catalogue of saints whereon you have inscribed it in anticipation.