As I have but just met Miss Taylor, don't you think such advice is a little premature ?" "No, I don't.

She is a woman who must be loved or left; that's all.
You've heard me." Did Carleton Roberts heed these words?
No.

What man in the thrall of his first romance ever did.
"You love me, Ermentrude ?" "I love you, Carleton." "For a day, for a month or for a year ?" he smiled.
"Forever," she answered.
"That's a long time," he murmured, with his eyes on a little clock hanging in the shop window before which they had stopped in one of their infrequent walks together.

"A long time! That foolish little clock will beat out the hours of its short life and go the way of all things, before we shall hardly have entered upon the soul's 'forever.'" "That clock will last our lifetime, Carleton.

Afterward, love will not be counted by hours." As she said this she turned her face his way and he saw it in its full flower with the light of heaven upon it.