The two of them had been set apart by the fates; each had salvation to work out alone; no facile union would ever join them.

For him there was the shaping of a man's path; for her the illumination which only sorrows and parting can bring.

And with the thought she thought kindly of the man to whom she had pledged her word.
It was but a little corner of her heart he could ever possess; but doubtless in such matters he was not ambitious.
Lewis walked by her side down the by-path towards Glenavelin.

Tragedy muffled in the garments of convention was there, not the old picturesque Tragic with sword and cloak and steel for the enemy, but the silent Tragic which pulls at the heart-strings.
"The summer is over," she said.

"It has been a cruel summer, but very bright." "Romance with the jarring modern note which haunts us all to-day," he said.