But I was one with much to learn of many things.

And yet these two were to come closer still--closer through a better mutual understanding and new mutual hopes.

It was long afterward when I understood.
It was after dinner one day, and in the sitting-room, which was a library as well.

They were going out that evening, but it was early still, and he was leaning back in a big chair smoking the post-prandial cigar, and she coiled upon a lower seat very near him, so near that he could put his hand upon her head, and they were talking lightly of many things.

She looked up more earnestly at last.
"Will you ever tire of it, Grant ?" He laughed happily.
"Tire of what, Brownie ?" "Of this, of me, and of it all; will you never weary of the quietness of it and want some change?
You must care very much, indeed, if you will not." He spoke slowly.
"It seems to me that though we were to live each a thousand years, I would never tire of this as it is.