There they were together, he and this girl of whom he had dreamed;--and now he was leaving her, because he did not know how to hold her in conversation for ten minutes! But it was true, and he had to leave her.

He could not instantly tell her how he admired her, how he loved her, how he had thought of her, and how completely she had realised all his fondest dreams.

When on his horse, he turned round, and, lifting his hat to her, took a last glance.

It could not have been otherwise, he said to himself.

He had been sure that she would grow up to be exactly that which he had found her.