And so we all moved to Aix." And there she met Harry Wethermill on the second day after her arrival, and proceeded straightway for the first time to fall in love.

To Celia it seemed that at last that had happened for which she had so longed.
She began really to live as she understood life at this time.

The day, until she met Harry Wethermill, was one flash of joyous expectation; the hours when they were together a time of contentment which thrilled with some chance meeting of the hands into an exquisite happiness.

Mme.
Dauvray understood quickly what was the matter, and laughed at her affectionately.
"Celie, my dear," she said, "your friend, M.Wethermill--'Arry, is it not?
See, I pronounce your tongue--will not be as comfortable as the nice, fat, bourgeois gentleman I meant to find for you.

But, since you are young, naturally you want storms.