Had his love for Roberta been a perfect one, had he been sure that she returned it, then it could not have been overthrown; but it had gone, and a love, complete and perfect, stood in its place.

He had seen that he was loved, and he loved.

That was all, but it would stand forever.
This was the state of the case, and now Lawrence set himself to discover if, in all ways, he had acted truly and honestly.

He had been accepted by Miss March, but what sort of acceptance was it?
Should he, as a man true to himself, accept such an acceptance?
What was he to think of a woman who, very angry as he had been informed, had sent him a message, which meant everything in the world to him, if it meant anything, and had then dashed away without allowing him a chance to speak to her, or even giving him a nod of farewell.

The last thing she had really said to him in this connection were those cruel words on Pine Top Hill, with which she had asked him to choose a spot in which to be rejected.