"I don't want it, Lewis.
It is only you who care for magnificence.

Sometimes I wonder that you should so care." "It is my mother in me," he answered.

"She cared--poor soul.

But I don't want magnificence for myself.

I want it for you--" "You must not want it for me," cried Jacqueline, with wistful passion.
"I am happy here, and I am happy at Roselands--but I was happiest of all in the house on the Three-Notched Road!" There was a moment's silence, then Rand spoke slowly.