Date: 1895
The artistic temperament is sanguine, and the artistic eye is kind.  Neither the grimness of Ellen's tone nor the gloom over her face had escaped Mr. Harden ; but they did not daunt him as they were meant to do, and the mere circumstance of Ellen's having deigned to address him, and having allowed her eyes to rest for a moment upon his face, filled him with a hope and happiness that sent him striding back to the station utterly regardless of what his sister called " the danger to life and limb wrought by one who walks with the callousness of a steam- engine ."  " I should think, Edward, I am big enough to be seen," she said indignantly, as he collided with her in the entrance to the station.