"For my darling will some day have a dear husband, and he must not look down on her." Rhoda shook her head, full sure that she could never be brought to utter such musical words naturally.

"Yes, dearest, when you know what love is," said Dahlia, in an underbreath.
Could Robert inspire her with the power?
Rhoda looked upon that poor homely young man half-curiously when she returned, and quite dismissed the notion.

Besides she had no feeling for herself.

Her passion was fixed upon her sister, whose record of emotions in the letters from London placed her beyond dull days and nights.

The letters struck many chords.