She found the new thought absorbing, yet when she tried to name it she found that, after all, she had only felt.
At the meal hour she was more than usually quiet.

She saw that Dale noticed it and was trying to interest her or distract her attention.

He succeeded, but she did not choose to let him see that.

She strolled away alone to her seat under the pine.

Bo passed her once, and cried, tantalizingly: "My, Nell, but you're growing romantic!" Never before in Helen's life had the beauty of the evening star seemed so exquisite or the twilight so moving and shadowy or the darkness so charged with loneliness.