And there was nothing but the surface for you to judge by." While in this way defending Sylvia against her own self-reproach, he only succeeded in making her feel still more that she had judged hastily where she should have held all judgment in abeyance, that she had lacked faith where by right she should have shown most faith.

But he wished to spare her from confusion.
"I was so proud of you that I could not but suffer all the more.

However, don't let us talk of it, my dear"; and waving with a gesture of the hand that little misunderstanding away forever, he resumed: "Well, I am rather fond of Wallie Hine.

I don't know why, perhaps because he is so helpless, because he so much stands in need of a steady mentor at his elbow.

There is, after all, no accounting for one's likings.