This, their child, was so much the superior of them both; they felt it from the first moment, and could never master the consciousness.

Maud mistook this for coldness; it checked and saddened her.

Yet time brought about better things, though the ideal would never be attained.

In her father, the girl found much to love; her mother she could not love as she had hoped, but she regarded her with a vast tenderness, often with deep compassion.

Much of sympathy, moreover, there was between these two.