She loved you, too; and Sally doesn't change.

Once with her is for always.

So let me say to you what you said to me--do not brood.

All will yet be well, thank God!" Those had been words to remember, to make me patient, to lessen my insistent fear.

Yet, what did I know of women?
Had not Diane Sampson and Sally Langdon amazed and nonplused me many a time, at the very moment when I had calculated to a nicety my conviction of their action, their feeling?
It was possible that I had killed Sally's love for me, though I could not believe so; but it was very possible that, still loving me, she might never break down the barrier between us.