My business is not to re-write it clumsily but to read it humbly, and give Him thanks for it." More and more had Valencia been attracted by Headley, during the last few weeks.

Accustomed to men who tried to make the greatest possible show of what small wits they possessed, she was surprised to find one who seemed to think it a duty to keep his knowledge and taste in the background.

She gave him credit for more talent than appeared; for more, perhaps, than he really had.

She was piqued, too, at his very modesty and self-restraint.

Why did not he, like the rest who dangled about her, spread out his peacock's train for her eyes; and try to show his worship of her, by setting himself off in his brightest colours?
And yet this modesty awed her into respect of him; for she could not forget that, whether he had sentiment much or little, sentiment was not the staple of his manhood: she could not forget his cholera work; and she knew that, under that delicate and bashful outside, lay virtue and heroism, enough and to spare.
"But, if you put these thoughts into words, you would teach others to read that poetry." "My business is to teach people to do right; and if I cannot, to pray God to find some one who can." "Right, Headley!" said Major Campbell, laying his hand on the Curate's shoulder.