but, through the furnace he would fight his way out into the serenity of middle age,--all the richer and more human for having known this great passion.
When he had somewhat abruptly left the room, Margaret rose from her seat, and began silently to fold up her work. The long seams were heavy, and had an unusual weight for her languid arms. The round lines in her face took a lengthened, straighter form, and her whole appearance was that of one who had gone through a day of great fatigue. As the three prepared for bed, Mr. Bell muttered a little condemnation of Mr. Thornton.
"I never saw a fellow so spoiled by success. He can't bear a word; a jest of any kind. Everything seems to touch on the soreness of his high dignity. Formerly, he was as simple and noble as the open day; you could not offend him, because he had no vanity."

but through that furnace he would fight his way out into the serenity of middle age, all the richer and more human for having known this great passion.
When he had left, Margaret rose from her seat, and began silently to fold up her work. She looked like one who had gone through a day of great fatigue. As the three prepared for bed, Mr. Bell muttered a little condemnation of Mr. Thornton.
'I never saw a fellow so spoiled by success. He can't bear a jest of any kind. Everything seems to touch on his high dignity. Formerly, he was as simple as the day; you could not offend him, because he had no vanity.'
