God grant us a "coming-on disposition," as Shakespeare calls it.

Who shall tell whose angel stands nearer to the face of the Father?
Should my brother stand lower in the social scale than I, shall I not be the more tender, and respectful, and self-refusing toward him, that God has placed him there who may all the time be greater than I?
A year before, Helen could hardly endure doughy Mrs.Bevis, but now she had found something to like in her, and there was confidence and faith between them.

So there they sat, the elder lady meandering on, and Helen, who had taken care to bring some work with her, every now and then casting a bright glance in her face, or saying two or three words with a smile, or asking some simple question.

Mrs.Bevis talked chiefly of the supposed affairs and undoubted illness of Miss Meredith, concerning both of which rather strange reports had reached her.
Meantime the gentlemen were walking through the park in earnest conversation.

They crossed the little brook and climbed to the heath on the other side.