There may be a little virtue in not repining at our fate, but not much." He did not answer for a minute, but broke the curl of a little snowdrift gently with his stick.

Because he did not answer or say good-bye, Sophia tarried for a moment and then looked up at him.
"Miss Rexford," he replied, "the voice of circumstances says to us just what we interpret it to say.

It is in the _needs must_ of a high nature that true nobility lies.".