His eyes sank before the look, and he felt himself catching his breath like a drowning man.

When he raised them again he saw tears streaming down her face.

He rose, and saying he would call again in the evening, left the room.
During the rest of his round he did not find it easy to give due attention to his other cases.

His custom was to brood upon them as he rode; but now that look and the tears that followed seemed to bewilder him, taking from him all command of his thought.
Ere long the shadow that ever haunts the steps of the angel, Love, the shadow whose name is Beneficence, began to reassume its earlier tyranny.
Oh, the bliss of knowing one's self the source of well-being, the stay and protector, the comfort and life, to such a woman! of wrapping her round in days of peace, instead of anxiety and pain and labor! But ever the thought of her looking up to him as the source of her freedom, was present through it all.

What a glory to be the object of such looks as he had never in his dearest dreams imagined! It made his head swim, even in the very moment while his great Ruber, astonished at what his master required of him that day, rose to some high thorny hedge, or stiff rail.
He was perfectly honest; the consequence he sought was only in his own eyes--and in hers; there was nothing of vulgar patronage in the feeling; not an atom of low purpose for self in it.