And yet, much as his words were calculated to humble or irritate, to produce indignation or excite shame, those were not the feelings with which her eyes streamed and her heart swelled.

The woman at that moment was lost in the child; and AS a child, with all its exacting, craving, yet innocent desire to be loved, weeps in unrebuking sadness when its affection is thrown austerely back upon itself,--so, without anger and without shame, wept Viola.
Zanoni contemplated her thus, as her graceful head, shadowed by its redundant tresses, bent before him; and after a moment's pause he drew near to her, and said, in a voice of the most soothing sweetness, and with a half smile upon his lip,-- "Do you remember, when I told you to struggle for the light, that I pointed for example to the resolute and earnest tree?
I did not tell you, fair child, to take example by the moth, that would soar to the star, but falls scorched beside the lamp.

Come, I will talk to thee.
This Englishman--" Viola drew herself away, and wept yet more passionately.
"This Englishman is of thine own years, not far above thine own rank.
Thou mayst share his thoughts in life,--thou mayst sleep beside him in the same grave in death! And I--but THAT view of the future should concern us not.

Look into thy heart, and thou wilt see that till again my shadow crossed thy path, there had grown up for this thine equal a pure and calm affection that would have ripened into love.

Hast thou never pictured to thyself a home in which thy partner was thy young wooer ?" "Never!" said Viola, with sudden energy,--"never but to feel that such was not the fate ordained me.