That's all I have to ask.
You will find good in it for yourself, too, as you say: more than you think, very likely." She sighed again, playing absently with her fingers upon her dark-colored dress, and gazing out of the window.

Professor Valeyon said no more on the subject of Bressant, but spoke of Cornelia's proposed trip, and the Fourth-of-July party, and Sophie's convalescence; and finally took his straw-hat from the table upon which he had placed it, and moved toward the door.
"Good-by, Abbie.

Remember"-- the old gentleman paused, with her hand in his, and glowing upon her from beneath his bushy eyebrows; "remember you have friends about you who don't need to be sought after.

And another thing, Abbie; if you should ever find that Time has the power to liberate as well as to imprison you, don't forget that some wants may exist a long while without finding expression, but that they do exist, for all that!" Perhaps it was the consciousness that he was using rather grandiloquent language in the wording of this enigmatical little speech, that caused the good professor to look so red and embarrassed.

Abbie drew her hand away, and laid her finger on her lip.
"Can you still say that ?" asked she, with a sad kind of gleam in her eyes and voice.
"More than ever--more than ever!" declared he, with emphatic incoherence.