Not only had he chosen the hour well, but there was a fitness in his choice of place.

The familiar scene emphasized her sense of dependence upon him and gave a sweet poignancy to the memories of her childhood and youth that were enshrined within the cottage walls.

In this room, in the garden outside, on the campus across the Lane, she had known the first tremulous wonderings and had heard the first whispered answers to life's riddles and enigmas; and now she knew that in Love lives the answer to all things.
After a little she rested her hands on his shoulders, half-clinging to him, half-repelling him, and he pressed his hands upon her cheeks, to be ready for the question he had read in her eyes.
"But," she faltered, "there are things I have promised to do for Aunt Sally; we shall have to wait a long time!" "Not for Aunt Sally," he cried happily.

"Here she is at the door now.

I left her and John Ware at Dr.Wandless's." "Well, well!" exclaimed Mrs.Owen, advancing into the room and throwing open her coat.