"Answer me that, if you please." "The true reason is, no doubt, wide of your conclusions," answered Mrs.Denison.

"Genuine love, when it first springs to life in a maiden's heart, has in it a high degree of reverence.

The object rises into something of superiority, and she draws near to it with repressed emotions, resting in its shadow, subdued, reserved, almost shy, but happy.

She is not as we saw Miss Loring just now, but more like the maiden you describe as treating you not long ago with a strange reserve, which you imagined coldness." "Woman is an enigma," exclaimed Hendrickson, his thoughts thrown into confusion.
"And you must study, if you would comprehend her," said Mrs.
Denison.

"Of one thing let me again assure you, my young friend, if you expect to get a wife worth having, you have got to show yourself in earnest.