Uncle Melville will give you an appointment, and then ?' 'Yes, Rose,' he said, 'I will do this, though I don't think you can know what I shall have to endure-not in confessing what I am, but in feeling that I have brought you to my level.' 'Does it not raise me ?' she cried.
He shook his head.
'But in reality, Evan--apart from mere appearances--in reality it does! it does!' 'Men will not think so, Rose, nor can I.Oh, my Rose! how different you make me.

Up to this hour I have been so weak! torn two ways! You give me double strength.' Then these lovers talked of distant days--compared their feelings on this and that occasion with mutual wonder and delight.

Then the old hours lived anew.

And--did you really think that, Evan?
And--Oh, Rose! was that your dream?
And the meaning of that by-gone look: was it what they fancied?
And such and such a tone of voice; would it bear the wished interpretation?
Thus does Love avenge himself on the unsatisfactory Past and call out its essence.
Could Evan do less than adore her?
She knew all, and she loved him! Since he was too shy to allude more than once to his letter, it was natural that he should not ask her how she came to know, and how much the 'all' that she knew comprised.

In his letter he had told all; the condition of his parents, and his own.