Yet I cried when I heard those words, but I suppose it was the music that made me cry; it has that inconvenient effect sometimes.

Well, I have no doubt that he will see plenty of Miss Porson, and it would have been a great pity to break off the experiments just now." One more extract from the very last entry in the series of books.

It was written at the Rectory on Christmas Eve, just before Stella started out to meet Morris at the Dead Church: "He--Colonel M .-- asked me and I told him the truth straight out.

I could not help myself; it burst from my lips, although the strange thing is that until he put it into my mind with the question, I knew _nothing_.
Then of a sudden, in an instant; in a flash; I understood and I knew that my whole being belonged to this man, his son Morris.

What is love?
Once I remember hearing a clever cynic argue that between men and women no such thing exists.