"Never. Never."
"And Andrea never did, either. Wentworth is simply wonderful. You should hear him speak about fame being shallow, and how the quiet mind looking at things truly is everything, and peace not being to be found in the market place, but in a walk by a stream, and how in his eyes a woman's love outweighs the idle glitter of a social success. Oh! Magdalen, I'm beginning to feel I'm not worthy of Wentworth. I've always liked being admired, so different from him. I did not know there were men so high-minded as he. He makes me feel very petty beside him. And he is so humble. He says I must not idealise him, that he does not wish it, for though he may not be worse or better than I think he is only too conscious of his many deficiencies. But I can't help it. Who could?"
And Fay let fall a tear.
"We needs must love the highest when we see it."
But the highest some of us can see is the nearest molehill.
What Michael and the Duke had failed to do for Fay Wentworth was accomplishing.
"You are made for each other," said Magdalen, with conviction. "Every day shows me that you and Wentworth bring out the best in each other. Perhaps, gradually, you will keep nothing back from each other, tell each other everything."
"He tells me everything now," said Fay. "He trusts me entirely."
"And you?" said Magdalen. "Do you tell him everything?"