"In school, and I am much worried."
"Why?"
"Well, she's pretty, and the young men will not let her alone.
There's one determined she shall marry him."
"Is she engaged?"'
"No, but—but, sir, I think she is nearly heartbroken."
"I'm sorry," said Trove. "Not that she may choose another, but that she lost faith in me."
"Poor child! Long ago she thought you had ceased to love her," said the widow, her voice trembling,
"I loved her as I can never love again," said he, his elbow resting on a table, his head leaning on his hand. He spoke calmly.
"Don't let it kill you, boy," said she.
"No," he answered. "A man must be greater than his trouble; I have work to do, and I shall not give up. May I go and see Polly?"