This, then, was the confirmation of her vision of him! She looked at him.

But there was about him a certain reserve, and she dared not comfort him, not even speak softly to him.
"Come on," he said.

"I can't do it;" and they went in silence along the road.
That same evening they were walking along under the trees by Nether Green.

He was talking to her fretfully, seemed to be struggling to convince himself.
"You know," he said, with an effort, "if one person loves, the other does." "Ah!" she answered.

"Like mother said to me when I was little, 'Love begets love.'" "Yes, something like that, I think it MUST be." "I hope so, because, if it were not, love might be a very terrible thing," she said.
"Yes, but it IS--at least with most people," he answered.
And Miriam, thinking he had assured himself, felt strong in herself.