"They might as well cease their ravings—but not every one."
"Do you think so, Madame? Strange that you should learn in days what has taken me years to discover."
"Perhaps one woman can read another woman's heart quicker than a man can."
"Mon Dieu! Je ne sais quoi. I would give a fortune to read hers."
"Spare your ducats, Monsieur," said Helen with a light laugh. "But I can tell you something without money. In one of our talks she said she would never marry a man unless she loved him so much that she would gladly go to the ends of the earth with him; but that he must rise to her ideal before she would think of him at all."
"Is that ideal very high? Can no one reach it? Mon Dieu! I know one man who will do his best, give him only the opportunity."
"Make the opportunity. Make the effort," said Helen earnestly. "Remember, she is the only woman, he the only man. Both seek ideals, and the divine is still above them."
"Dear Madame, how good you are! You give me hope. Heaven knows how I love her!"
She had never heard him talk so before, and as they reached the cottage she held out her hand.
"Thank you, Dr. Beaumont, for your confidence. I wish you well. Yes, and I believe, also, that you are worthy to win."