"And we scarcely know each other; have never passed a day together; have never broken bread; know nothing, nothing of each other's minds and finer qualities; have awakened nothing in each other yet except emotions.

Friendships have their deeps and shallows, but are deathless only while they endure.

Love hath no shallows, Euan, and endures often when friendship dies....

I speak, having no knowledge.
But I believe it.

And, believing nobly of true love--in ignorance of it, but still in awe--and having been assailed by clamours of a shameful passion calling itself love--and having builded in my heart and mind a very lofty altar for the truth, how can I feel otherwise than sorry that you spoke--hotly, unthinkingly, as you did to me ?" I was silent.
She rose, lifted the lantern, laid open the trap-door.
"Come," she whispered, beckoning.
I followed her as she descended, took the lantern from her hand, glanced at the shadowy heap, asleep perhaps, on the corner settle, then walked to the door and opened it.