"I've got a bitter envy towards those who have chances denied to me."
"To some learning may be the goal; to you it may be the means to a higher goal."
"What dost mean, Timothy?"
"You're a better scholar at self-discipline than at your books, my lass."
Her face fell and she looked disappointed.
"Don't I do well? Will Peter think I have not improved?"
He patted her shoulder.
"You do very well indeed. I'm proud of you."
Her brow flushed with pleasure and she rose, dwarfing and bedimming the little man with her large frame and golden head.
"To-morrow you'll come to me at the cottage," he said.