"Not even to Louis. What does Louis care for young ladies' secrets?"
"Robert, Shirley is a curious, magnanimous being."
"I dare say. I can imagine there are both odd points and grand points about her."
"I have found her chary in showing her feelings; but when they rush out, river-like, and pass full and powerful before you—almost without leave from her—you gaze, wonder; you admire, and—I think—love her."
"You saw this spectacle?"
"Yes; at dead of night, when all the house was silent, and starlight and the cold reflection from the snow glimmered in our chamber, then I saw Shirley's heart."
"Her heart's core? Do you think she showed you that?"
"Her heart's core."
"And how was it?"
"Like a shrine, for it was holy; like snow, for it was pure; like flame, for it was warm; like death, for it was strong."