With your whole heart, affections, humanity, centred in one object, your mind and aspirations will become equally steadfast and in earnest.

Viola is a child as yet; you do not perceive the high nature the trials of life will develop.

Pardon me, if I say that her soul, purer and loftier than your own, will bear it upward, as a secret hymn carries aloft the spirits of the world.

Your nature wants the harmony, the music which, as the Pythagoreans wisely taught, at once elevates and soothes.

I offer you that music in her love." "But am I sure that she does love me ?" "Artist, no; she loves you not at present; her affections are full of another.