HOW WE CAME ACROSS MAIN ROUGE I was sorely tempted to run across to Brecqhou for one more sight of Carette before I left home, but decided at last to leave matters as they were.

Beyond the pleasure of seeing her I could hope to gain little, for she was not the one to show her heart before others, and too rash an endeavour might provoke her to that which was not really in her.
As things were I could cherish the hopes that were in me to the fullest, and one makes better weather with hope than with doubt.

Carette knew now all that I could tell her, and Aunt Jeanne would be a tower of strength to me in my absence.

I could leave the leaven to work.

And I think that if I had not given my mother that last day she would have felt it sorely, and with reason.
The deepest that was in us never found very full vent at Belfontaine, and that, I think, was due very largely to the quiet and kindly, but somewhat rigid, Quakerism of my grandfather.