"Oh, you mustn't be sorry for me.
She--she could hardly be further out of _my_ reach, you know, if she were--an angel in heaven, instead of being what she is--an angel on earth.

It is--of _her_ that I was thinking." "I know," said Sarah; "but she has been looking so bright and hopeful, ever since we heard Peter was coming home--until to-day--when he has actually come; and that is what puzzles me." "To-day--to-day!" said the doctor, as though to himself.

"Yes; it was to-day I saw her touch happiness timidly, and come face to face with disappointment." "You saw her ?" "Oh, when one loves," he said bitterly, "one has intuitions which serve as well as eyes and ears.

You will know all about it one day, little Sarah." "Shall I ?" said Sarah.

She turned her face away from the doctor.
"You've not been here very much lately," he said, "but you've been here long enough to guess her secret, as you--you've guessed mine.