I spend hours and hours in the deep window embrasures looking right over the sea.

It has taught me more of the meaning of things than all my books." "You speak as though you were an old woman," Lord Fordyce exclaimed, "and you look only a mere child now--then, when you bought this brigand's stronghold, you must have been in the nursery!" "I was over eighteen!" "A colossal age! it was simply ridiculous for you to be wanting dark castles and solitude.

What-- ?" and then he paused; he did not continue his question.
"I was really very old--I had been old for almost a year." "And do you mean to remain old always, or will you ever let anyone teach you to be young ?" Sabine looked away into the somber fir trees.

They had got to a part of the path where the woods on either side are black as night in their depths.
"I--don't--know," she said, very low.
Lord Fordyce moved nearer to her.
"I wish you would let me try to take away all those somber thoughts I see sometimes in those sweet eyes." "How would you begin ?" "By loving you very much--and then by trying to make you love me." "Does love take away dark thoughts, then--or does it bring them ?" "That depends upon the love," he told her, eagerly.

"When it is great enough to be unselfish, it must bring peace and happiness, surely----" "They are good things--they are harmony--but----" "Yes--what are the buts ?" his voice trembled a little.
"Love seems to me to be a wild thing, a raging, tearing passion--Can it ever be just tender and kind ?" "I wish you would let me prove to you that it can." She looked into his face gravely, and there was nothing but honest question in her violet eyes.
"To what end ?" she asked.
"I would like you to marry me." He had said it now when he had not intended to yet, and he was pale as death.
She shrank from him a little.
"But surely you know that I am not free!" "I hoped I--believed that you can make yourself so--if you knew how I love you! I have never really loved any woman before in my life.