Her hair and eyes had darkened as she grew, and she was to be a larger woman, graver, deeper, more reserved; perhaps better calculated for the Kingdom by reason of a more reflective mind.

He adored her, and was awed by her even when he taught her the truths of revealed religion.

He closed his eyes at night upon a never-ending prayer for her soul; and opened them each day to a love of her that grew insidiously to enthrall him while he was all unconscious of its power--even while he knew with an awful certainty that he must have no treasure of his own which he could not willingly relinquish at the first call.

She, in turn, loved and confided in her father, the shy, bent, shrunken little man with the smile.
"He always smiles as if he'd hurt himself and didn't want to show it before company," were the words in which she announced one of her early discoveries about him.

But she liked and ruled him, and came to him for comfort when she was hurt or when Lorena scolded.