Here, Shirley stepping aside to gather a dewy flower, she and her companion turned into a path that lay nearer the gate. Some of their conversation became audible. Caroline would not stay to listen. She passed away noiselessly, and the moonlight kissed the wall which her shadow had dimmed. The reader is privileged to remain, and try what he can make of the discourse.
"I cannot conceive why nature did not give you a bulldog's head, for you have all a bulldog's tenacity," said Shirley.
"Not a flattering idea. Am I so ignoble?"
"And something also you have of the same animal's silent ways of going about its work. You give no warning; you come noiselessly behind, seize fast, and hold on."

Here, Shirley and her companion turned toward the gate, and some of their conversation became audible. Caroline would not stay to listen. She passed away noiselessly. The reader, however, may remain and hear.
"I cannot imagine why nature did not give you a bulldog's head, for you have a bulldog's tenacity," said Shirley.
"Not a flattering idea. Am I so ignoble?"
"And also you have the bulldog's silent way of coming up noiselessly behind, to seize fast, and hold on."
