Mrs.
Baxendale only delivered herself of the thought in fervour of kindly-devised argument.

She paused, reviewing it in her mind, but did netlike to lay more stress upon it.

Wilfrid, also thoughtful, kept silence.
'Now, there's the gong,' Mrs.Baxendale continued, 'and I shall have to go to the politicians.

But I think I _have_ given you a grain of comfort.

Think of a prosy old woman inciting _you_ to endure for the sake of the greatest prize you can aim at?
Keep saying to yourself that Emily cannot do wrong; if she did say a word or two she didn't mean--well, well, we poor women! Go to bed early, and we'll talk again after breakfast to-morrow.' She gave him her hand, and hurried away.