No one looking at her, or listening to her, could think that her heart was sore with many troubles.

She sat between the bishop and her cousin, and was skilful enough to talk to each without neglecting the other.

She had known the bishop before, and had on one occasion spoken to him of her soul.

The first tone of the good man's reply had convinced her of her error, and she never repeated it.

To Mr Alf she commonly talked of her mind; to Mr Broune, of her heart; to Mr Booker of her body--and its wants.