"—That another should be in store for him!"
"—It seems impossible he can be quite misunderstood!"
"Let us hope . . . !" said Dr. Middleton.
"—One would not deem it too much for the dispenser of goodness to expect to be a little looked up to!"
"—When he was a child he one day mounted a chair, and there he stood in danger, would not let us touch him because he was taller than we, and we were to gaze. Do you remember him, Eleanor? 'I am the sun of the house!' It was inimitable!"
"—Your feelings; he would have your feelings! He was fourteen when his cousin Grace Whitford married, and we lost him. They had been the greatest friends; and it was long before he appeared among us. He has never cared to see her since."
"—But he has befriended her husband. Never has he failed in generosity. His only fault is—"
"—His sensitiveness. And that is—"
"—His secret. And that—"
"—You are not to discover! It is the same with him in manhood. No one will accuse Willoughby Patterne of a deficiency of manlinesss: but what is it?—he suffers, as none suffer, if he is not loved. He himself is inalterably constant in affection."