This once we will put the matter plainly: Who can hope to win love that gives none, but turns away morosely from his fellow-creatures?
If each of us could make his neighbors after his own pattern--then indeed! But life requires us to take them just as we find them, and you, sweetheart, have never let this sink into your mind!" "Well, I am what I am!" "No doubt, and among the good you are the best--but which of them all can guess that?
Every one to some extent plays a part.

And you! What wonder if they never see in you anything but that you are unhappy?
God knows it is ten thousand times a pity that you should be! But who can take pleasure in always seeing a gloomy face ?" "I have never uttered a single word of complaint of my troubles to any one of them!" cried Paula, drawing herself up proudly.
"That is just the difficulty," replied Perpetua.

"They took you in, and thought it gave them a claim on your person and also on your sorrows.
Perhaps they longed to comfort you; for, believe me, child, there is a secret pleasure in doing so.

Any one who is able to show us sympathy feels that it does him more good than it does us.

I know life! Has it never occurred to you that you are perhaps depriving your relations in the great house of a pleasure, perhaps even doing them an injury by locking up your heart from them?
Your grief is the best side of you, and of that you do indeed allow them to catch a glimpse; but where the pain is you carefully conceal.