"What is the matter with Alexander ?" "I don't know." "He looks five years older.

He looks as though he had been through wars." "Perhaps he has.

I don't know what it is," said Strickland, soberly.
"Do you think," said Alice--"do you think he could have had--oh, somewhere out in the world!--a love-affair, and it ended badly?
She died, or there was a rival, or something like that, and he has just heard of it ?" "You have been reading novels," said Strickland.

"And yet--!" That night, seeing from his own window the light in the keep, he turned to his bed with the thought of the havoc of love.

Lying there with open eyes he saw in procession Unhappy Love.