He longed to go out into the streets, to proclaim to the whole world the treasure which he had found, and call on all to come and share it with him.

For there was no jealousy in that pure love of his.
Could he have seen her lavishing on thousands far greater favours than she had conferred on him, he would have rejoiced in the thought that there were so many more blest beings upon earth, and have loved them all and every one as brothers, for having deserved her notice.

Her very beauty, when his first flush of wonder was past, he ceased to mention--ceased even to think of it.

Of course she must be beautiful.

It was her right; the natural complement of her other graces but it was to him only what the mother's smile is to the infant, the sunlight to the skylark, the mountain-breeze to the hunter--an inspiring element, on which he fed unconsciously.