If I thought so, I must remember that this, after all, was the twentieth and not the nineteenth century, and love was, no doubt, now quicker in growth, as well as franker in utterance than then.
From Mrs.Leete I went to Edith.

When I found her, it was first of all to take her by both hands and stand a long time in rapt contemplation of her face.

As I gazed, the memory of that other Edith, which had been affected as with a benumbing shock by the tremendous experience that had parted us, revived, and my heart was dissolved with tender and pitiful emotions, but also very blissful ones.

For she who brought to me so poignantly the sense of my loss was to make that loss good.

It was as if from her eyes Edith Bartlett looked into mine, and smiled consolation to me.