You say I am a staunch friend.

You have still to learn the whole truth of your praise." Turning instantly, he hastened away from us down the Bourne Path, and though we waited for him to look back, he disappointed us, and soon was lost as he passed beyond a bend.

Frances was weeping gently, and I, too, felt a lump in my throat, not because of what I had said or done, but because of the unexpected good I had found in Hamilton, whom I had always liked; good, which up to that time I had never suspected, having always seen him in the shadow of a throne.
When Hamilton had disappeared, I asked Frances if we should return to Sundridge, and she answering by a nod, we started home, each of us heavy-hearted, one of us weeping pathetically.

Her heart had just received its first sharp blow, and I pitied her, for the first one hurts.
After walking a little way in silence, I remarked, "There is no reason why we should add to your father's troubles by telling him of this affair." "Nor Sarah," sobbed Frances.

"She is like a wasp--all sting." After a long pause devoted to drying her eyes, she continued, "But it has not been much of an affair." "I am not asking what it has been, Frances," I returned, speaking tenderly, for I knew her heart was sore.