Margaret's nature was of that kind which matures early.
The pride and strength of each, and the reticence which was their corollary, made a barrier at the beginning.

Each had respected the other's reticence too much thereafter; and the misunderstanding grew to habit.

And so these two loving hearts, each of which yearned for sympathy from the other, were kept apart.

But now all was well, and in my heart of hearts I rejoiced that at last Margaret was happy.

Whilst I was still musing on the subject, and dreaming dreams of a personal nature, the door was opened, and Mr.Trelawny beckoned to me.
"Come in, Mr.Ross!" he said cordially, but with a certain formality which I dreaded.