"Did you ever hear anything of me from then till now ?" she inquired.
"Not a word." "So much the better.

I had to fight the battle of life as well as you.
I may tell you about it some day.

But don't ever ask me to do it, and particularly do not press me to tell you now." Thus the two or three days that they had spent in tender acquaintance on the romantic slopes above the Neckar were stretched out in retrospect to the length and importance of years; made to form a canvas for infinite fancies, idle dreams, luxurious melancholies, and sweet, alluring assertions which could neither be proved nor disproved.

Grace was never mentioned between them, but a rumor of his proposed domestic changes somehow reached her ears.
"Doctor, you are going away," she exclaimed, confronting him with accusatory reproach in her large dark eyes no less than in her rich cooing voice.

"Oh yes, you are," she went on, springing to her feet with an air which might almost have been called passionate.