But he would treat her differently; he would gratify her love of the beautiful. She should have books, music, fine furniture, fine clothes. He did not ask himself what all these would be worth without that paramount necessity of the youthful mind—companionship. Alas! the raftsman, bringing up his idol in seclusion, had foolishly and selfishly thought to fix her heart only upon himself; but the little bird had learned to fly and had gone out of the parent nest, fluttering out into the untried world, impelled by the consciousness of wings.
[CHAPTER IX.]
A ROLAND FOR AN OLIVER.
"You are rich, Philip!"
"Yes, Virginia, or soon shall be."
"How like a fairy-story it all sounds."
"Or a modern novel."
"We can be happy now, Philip!"