John Hammond had a noble outlook: bold, without impudence or self-assertion; self-possessed, without vanity.

Yes, assuredly a man to wrestle with difficulty, and to conquer fate.
When that little tea-drinking was over and Maulevrier and his friend were going away to dress for dinner, Lady Maulevrier detained Mary for a minute or two by her couch.

She took her by the hand with unaccustomed tenderness.
'My child, I congratulate you,' she said.

'Last night I thought you a fool, but I begin to think that you are wiser than Lesbia.

You have won the heart of a noble young man.'.