At this she cheerfully laboured, and from that height she could afford to pity the useless talents and poor attitude of Mr.Archer.

It did not change her admiration, but it made it bearable.

He was above her in all ways; but she was above him in one.

She kept it to herself, and hugged it.

When, like all young creatures, she made long stories to justify, to nourish, and to forecast the course of her affection, it was this private superiority that made all rosy, that cut the knot, and that, at last, in some great situation, fetched to her knees the dazzling but imperfect hero.