His sad and penetrating gaze was on the fire, as if in its white heart to read the secret denied him.

He had said that no girl would ever love him.

She imagined he might know considerably less about the nature of girls than of the forest.
"To come back to myself," said Helen, wanting to continue the argument.
"You declared I didn't know myself.

That I would have no self-control.

I will!" "I meant the big things of life," he said, patiently.
"What things ?" "I told you.