“You expect to find him unchanged after all these years—the time in his life when a man changes?” he inquired, astonished. “Is that the way you understand human nature?”
“Perhaps I do not understand human nature at all. But I have his letters.”
“By-ways—they do not lead to the house,” he replied.
“But they can,” said Judith, vexed.
“Oh, yes, they can.”
“And I know they do; don’t you, Marion?”
“In this case, I hope so,” Marion answered; “I don’t see how people can help being like their letters.”
“Or their letters like them?” corrected Judith.
“Then how is it we are disappointed in people?” Mr. King questioned; “is it only our lack of insight?”
“People change,” said Marion, with slow emphasis; “if we were with them all the time we would see the little changes that lead the way to the great changes. People are even disappointed in themselves; I am.”