She had had her fancies, or rather her one fancy; but when in strolling along this road ahead of her party she saw rising between her and the glorious landscape which had hitherto filled her eye the fine masculine head and perfect figure of Carleton Roberts, this fancy floated from her mind like the veriest thistledown, leaving it free to expand in fuller hopes and deeper joys than visit many women even when they think they love.
Alas! why in that instant of mutual revelation had not the further grace been given them of quick catastrophe shutting the door upon a future of which neither could then dream or sense the coming doom.
It was not to be.
He passed, she passed, and for the time the look they gave each other was all; but the world had been glorified for them both--and Destiny waited.
* * * * * "Good looks?
Yes; but nothing else; very ordinary connections, very.

A little money, true.

Her uncle, whom by the way I judge you have not seen, will leave her a few thousands; but meanwhile he is a fixture--will not leave her or let her leave him, which is a misfortune since in a social way he is simply impossible.

No sort of match for you, Roberts.

Cut and run while there is time; that's my advice to you, given in the most friendly spirit." "Thank you.