CHAPTER VII.
THREE WEEKS TOO LATE.
_Qui va a la chasse perd sa place_.
_De la main a la bouche se perd souvent la soupe_.
Distance all value enhances! When a man's busy, why, leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure.
Faith! and at leisure once is he, Straightway he wants to be busy.
_R.

Browning_.
Two weeks more passed: two weeks that seem to me so many years when I look back upon them.

Many more walks, early and late, many evenings of music, many accidents of meeting.

It is all like a dream.

At seventeen it is so easy to dream! It does not take two weeks for a girl to fall in love and make her whole life different.
It was Saturday evening, and Richard was expected; Richard and Kilian and Mr.Eugene Whitney.