No doubt her life is darkened by the cloud that darkens yours.

But bending her pride into a grand composure that is not haughty or aggressive, but is a sustained confidence in you and in the truth, she has won her way through those streets until she passes along them as high in the general respect as any one who treads them.

Every day and hour of her life since Edwin Drood's disappearance, she has faced malignity and folly--for you--as only a brave nature well directed can.

So it will be with her to the end.

Another and weaker kind of pride might sink broken-hearted, but never such a pride as hers: which knows no shrinking, and can get no mastery over her.' The pale cheek beside him flushed under the comparison, and the hint implied in it.
'I will do all I can to imitate her,' said Neville.
'Do so, and be a truly brave man, as she is a truly brave woman,' answered Mr.Crisparkle stoutly.