'Another minute.' 'I should not,' said Neville, pressing his hand upon his face, 'have needed so much as another minute, if you had been less patient with me, Mr.Crisparkle, less considerate of me, and less unpretendingly good and true.

O, if in my childhood I had known such a guide!' 'Follow your guide now, Neville,' murmured Helena, 'and follow him to Heaven!' There was that in her tone which broke the good Minor Canon's voice, or it would have repudiated her exaltation of him.

As it was, he laid a finger on his lips, and looked towards her brother.
'To say that I give both pledges, Mr.Crisparkle, out of my innermost heart, and to say that there is no treachery in it, is to say nothing!' Thus Neville, greatly moved.

'I beg your forgiveness for my miserable lapse into a burst of passion.' 'Not mine, Neville, not mine.

You know with whom forgiveness lies, as the highest attribute conceivable.