Miss Temple had always something of serenity in her air, of state in her mien, of refined propriety in her language, which precluded deviation into the ardent, the excited, the eager: something which chastened the pleasure of those who looked on her and listened to her, by a controlling sense of awe; and such was my feeling now: but as to Helen Burns, I was struck with wonder.
Temple kisasszony lényében volt valami derűs komolyság, valami méltóság, beszédmodora is finom volt, soha nem beszélt hevesen, izgatottan. Az ember gyönyörködve, de egyszersmind tisztelettel nézte és hallgatta.