"I was really very old—I had been old for almost a year."
"And do you mean to remain old always, or will you ever let anyone teach you to be young?"
Sabine looked away into the somber fir trees. They had got to a part of the path where the woods on either side are black as night in their depths.
"I—don't—know," she said, very low.
Lord Fordyce moved nearer to her.
"I wish you would let me try to take away all those somber thoughts I see sometimes in those sweet eyes."
"How would you begin?"
"By loving you very much—and then by trying to make you love me."
"Does love take away dark thoughts, then—or does it bring them?"
"That depends upon the love," he told her, eagerly. "When it is great enough to be unselfish, it must bring peace and happiness, surely——"