I saw him admired by other men, apparently a master; I was too young to judge, my dear.

You shan't be allowed to make that mistake; you shall have time to consider." Mathilde smiled.
"I don't want time," she said.
"I did not know I did." "I don't think I feel about love as you do," said the girl, slowly.
"Every woman does." Mathilde shook her head.
"It's just Pete as he is that I love.

I don't care which of us leads." "But you will." The girl had not yet reached a point where she could describe the very essence of her passion; she had to let this go.

After a moment she said: "I see now why you chose Mr.Farron." "You mean you have never seen before ?" "Not so clearly." Mrs.Farron bit her lips.

To have missed understanding this seemed a sufficient proof of immaturity.