You don't change with circumstances--as people generally do.' Harvey had a word on his lips, but checked it, and merely gazed at her till her eyes again encountered his.

Then Alma smiled more naturally.
'There was something you didn't speak of in your letter.

What kind of life do you look forward to ?' 'I'm not sure that I understand.

My practical aims--you mean ?' 'Yes,' she faltered, with embarrassment.
'Why, I'm afraid I have none.

I mentioned the facts of my position, and I said that I couldn't hope for its improvement----' 'No, no, no! You misunderstand me.