He fixed his eyes upon it, drawn by its beauty almost in spite of himself.
It was the only star in the sky, and it almost seemed as if it had a message for him.
But the day was dawning, the star fading, and the message hard to read.
Why had she refused to marry Chesyl?
he asked himself.

The man was lukewarm in speech and action; but that surely was but the way of the world to which he belonged.

No excess of emotion was ever encouraged there.

Doubtless behind that amiable mask there beat the same devouring longing that throbbed in his own racing pulses.

Surely Doris knew this! Surely she understood her own kind! He recalled those words of hers that he had overheard, the slow utterance of them as of some pronouncement of doom.