"There is much you have not heard of, for you do not know the world."
Peace smiled. "Do you know it, then?"
Sorrow sighed and nodded her head.
"Look at me," she said, "am I beautiful?"
Peace looked at her long, until he had read the whole history of the world in the depths of her solemn eyes. Sorrow felt so blissful as she gazed at him, and every hour she spent with him the poor maiden felt warmer about her heart, and love entered into it with all its power and might. When evening came Peace had read every thing. He shuddered.
"No," he said, "you are not beautiful."
Sorrow felt her heart stand still. She said softly—
"Then you will not go with me?"
Peace trembled.