Then, with his head well up and his shoulders squared, he went away.
But the sea-blue eyes that had been wont to look out on the world so gaily had suddenly lost their care-free bravery.

They were the eyes of a man who has looked for the first time into the radiant, sorrowful face of Love, and read therein all the possibilities--the glory and the pain and the supreme happiness--which Love holds.
And Sara, standing alone and regretful that the friend had been lost in the lover, never guessed that Tim's love was a thread which was destined to cross and re-cross those other threads held by the fingers of Fate until it had tangled the whole fabric of her life..