Hope is better than clairvoyance.
Was Phyllis right when she said that I did not truly love her?
I believed not.

Should I go on loving her all my life?
Undoubtedly I should.

As to affinities, I had met mine, but it had proved a one-sided affair.
It was after ten by the clock when I remembered that I was to meet the lawyer, the arbiter of my new fortunes.

Money is a balm for most things, and coupled with travel it might lead me to forget.
He was the family lawyer, and he had come all the way North to see that I received my uncle's bequest.

He was bent, gray and partially bald.
He must have been close to seventy, but for all that there was a youthful twinkle in his eyes as he took my card and looked up into my face.
"So you are John Winthrop ?" he said in way of preliminary.