But he moved toward her, and began in a tone of doubtful familiarity.
"Miss Hope, I--" "Mr.Newt, you have no right to address me in that way." "Miss Wayne, I have come to--to--" He stopped, embarrassed, rubbing his fingers upon the palms of his hands.
She looked at him steadily.

He waited a few moments, then began again in a hurried tone: "Miss Wayne, we are both older than we once were; and once, I think, we were not altogether indifferent to each other.

Time has taught us many things.

I find that my heart, after foolish wanderings, is still true to its first devotion.

We can both view things more calmly, not less truly, however, than we once did.