"I saw you eyeing Laura's engagement ring at dinner to-night.

It wasn't like this one, was it ?" He scowled: "I don't like what I see ahead of her.

Nor do you," he said.

"Be honest." She looked at him perplexedly.
"We can't stop it, can we?
And even if we could," she said, "I'm not quite sure I'd want to.

It's her love affair, not yours or mine--grown out of a life she made for herself--curious, eager, thrilled by it all--and in the center of her soul the deep glad growing certainty, 'I'm going to be a beautiful woman--I myself, I, Laura Gale!' Oh, you don't know--nor do I.
And so she felt her way along--eagerly, hungrily, making mistakes--and you and I left her to do it alone.