That everybody should be in love with her appeared to him only proper, for he had never met her like, and assumed that it did not exist.

The desire of the moth for the star seemed to him a reasonable thing, since hopeless loyalty and unrequited passion were the eternal stock-in-trade of romance.

He wished he were twenty-five himself to have the chance of indulging in such sentimentality for such a lady.

But Heritage was not like him and would never be content with a romantic folly....

He had been in love with her for two years--a long time.