Of what you had to lose--with another person--you have lost nothing.

And think what you have gained!" "It seems to me I am the proper judge, on each side," Mr.Brand declared.

He got up, holding the brim of his hat against his mouth and staring at Felix through the dusk.
"You have lost an illusion!" said Felix.
"What do you call an illusion ?" "The belief that you really know--that you have ever really known--Gertrude Wentworth.

Depend upon that," pursued Felix.

"I don't know her yet; but I have no illusions; I don't pretend to." Mr.Brand kept gazing, over his hat.