From what I knew of him, from the innate conviction of my own love, I felt sure that his marriage would be the hinge on which his whole life would turn.

I was very anxious about it, and talked to him a great deal about it when we were together.
"If you marry the right woman, Lance," I said to him, "you will be one of the happiest and most successful men in the world; but if you should make a mistake, you will be one of the most miserable." "I shall make no mistake, John.

I know that somewhere or other the most adorable woman in the whole world is waiting for me.

I shall be sure to find her, and fall in love with her, marry her, and live happy forever afterward." "But you will be careful, Lance ?" I said.
"As careful as a man can be; but, John, as you are so anxious, you had better choose for me." "No," I replied.

"I made so great a mistake when I had to choose for myself that I shall never attempt it again." Circumstances happened that drew me over to America.