I'm glad, Ralph--I can't tell you how glad I am--to hear you say so.

And if I'm right--if Rotha really loves me--I know you'll be as glad as I am." Ralph's face trembled slightly at this, but he nodded his head and smiled.
"Not that I could think of it for a long time," Willy continued.

"This dreadful occurrence must banish all such thoughts for a very long time." Willy seemed to find happiness in the prospect, remote as it might be.
Ralph's breast heaved as he looked upon his brother's brightening face.

That secret of his own heart must lie forever buried there.

Yes, he had already resolved upon that.