There was a touch of undeveloped pathos in her character, for she had been left alone too young, been given responsibility too soon.
He felt he must say something, and in a sympathetic tone he replied: "Yes, Guida, but after a while we stop trying to follow and see and find, and we walk in the old paths and take things as they are." "Have you stopped ?" she said to him wistfully.

"Oh, no, not altogether," he replied, dropping his tones to tenderness, "for I've been trying to peep over a hedge this afternoon, and I haven't done it yet." "Have you ?" she rejoined, then paused, for the look in his eyes embarrassed her....

"Why do you look at me like that ?" she added tremulously.
"Guida," he said earnestly, leaning towards her, "a month ago I asked you if you would listen to me when I told you of my love, and you said you would.

Well, sometimes when we have met since, I have told you the same story, and you've kept your promise and listened.

Guida, I want to go on telling you the same story for a long time--even till you or I die." "Do you--ah, then, do you ?" she asked simply.