Mary began to feel a friendly interest in him.

To youth in its flush of life and vigour there seems something so unspeakably sad and pitiable in feebleness and age--the brief weak remnant of life, the wreck of body and mind, sunning itself in the declining rays of a sun that is so soon to shine upon its grave.
'What, are you not proud ?' asked the old man.
'Not at all.

I have been taught to consider myself a very insignificant person; and I am going to marry a poor man.

It would not become me to be proud.' 'But you ought not to do that,' said the old man.

'You ought not to marry a poor man.