"It is always the same: Work on! Seek not to know too much, nor think that what you do is of vast value.

Work, because it is yours to be adjusting the machinery in your own little workshop of life to the wide mechanism of the universe and time.

One wheel set right, one flying belt adjusted, and there is a step forward to the final harmony--ah, but how I preach!" he added hastily.
His eyes were fixed on hers with a great sincerity, and they were clear and shining, yet his lips were smiling--what a trick they had of smiling! He looked as though he should apologise for such words in such a place.
She rose to her feet with a great suspiration, with a light in her eyes and a trembling smile.
"But no, no, no, you inspire one.

Thee inspires me," she said, with a little laugh, in which there was a note of sadness.

"I may use 'thee,' may I not, when I will?
I am a little a Quaker also, am I not?
My people came from Derbyshire, my American people, that is--and only forty years ago.