It was a great disappointment in Joppa; nevertheless it was impossible to harbor ill-will toward this lovely, high-bred lady, who drew all hearts to herself by the very way she had of seeming never to think of herself at all.

She won Phebe Lane's affection at once and forever with almost her first words, spoken in the low, clear, sweet tones that sounded always like Sunday-night's music.
"Do you know, Mr.Halloway," Phebe said to him one day, "I think it does me more good only to hear your sister's voice than to listen to the very best sermon ever preached." "Miss Phebe," he rejoined, with a merry twinkle in his brown eyes, "if you propagate that doctrine largely, I am a ruined man.

I must hold you over to eternal secrecy.

But as regards the fact,--there is my hand,--I am quite of your way of thinking! I am persuaded an angel's voice got into Soeur Angelique by mistake." Mrs.Whittridge's baptismal name was Angelica, but to her brother she had always been "Soeur Angelique" and nothing else.
"Yes, and an angel's soul too," said Phebe.
"Even that," replied Mr.Halloway.

"She is all and more than you can possibly imagine that she is.