The conviction all the while grew in him that he did veritably love her, for he felt that, but for his knowledge of her utter devotedness, he would now be in fear lest he should lose her.

Such fear need not occupy a thought; a word, and she flew to him.

He enjoyed this sense of power; to draw out the misunderstanding a little would make reconciliation all the pleasanter.
Then the letters should flame into ashes, and with them vanish even the regret for the blessedness they had promised.
Wednesday morning, and still no letter from Beatrice.

Mr.Athel joked about her speedy resignation of the secretaryship.

Wilfrid joined in the joke, and decided that he would wait one more day, knowing not what a day might bring forth..