You think you have been slighted; that when a man has seemed to like you so much you have a right to be told so by him, that you may help him with your sympathy.

Oh, Elspeth, you think yourself unhappy just now when you are really in the middle of one of the pleasantest bits of it! Love is a series of thrills, the one leading to the other, and, as your careful guardian, I would not have you miss one of them.

You will come to the final bang quickly enough, and find it the finest thrill of all, but it is soon over.

When you have had to tell him that you are not for him, there are left only the pleasures of memory, and the more of them there were, the more there will be to look back to.

I beg you, Elspeth, not to hurry; loiter rather, smelling the flowers and plucking them, for you may never be this way again." All these things he might have pointed out to Elspeth had he wanted her to look at the matter rationally, but he had no such wish.