He tried to hope that the happier lot had by this solaced her.

Do we not change so?
His own love--see how it had faded! Half purposely, he had turned so as to pass near the reader.

At the distance of a few yards from her, he stayed his step.

A little nearer she came, then something made her aware of his presence.

She raised her eyes, the eyes of Emily Hood.
Her hands fell, one still holding the book open.