It was not until he was sitting in meeting, looking forward at Lucina's fair profile, cut in clear curves like a lily, that the solution came to him.
"I'm what they call in love," Jerome said to himself.

He turned very pale, and looked away from Lucina.

He felt as if suddenly he had come to the brink of some dread abyss of nature.
"That is why I want to go to see her to-night," he thought.

"I won't go; I won't!" Just before the bell stopped tolling, Doctor Prescott's family went up the aisle in stately file, the doctor marching ahead with an imperious state which seemed to force contributions from followers and beholders, as if a peacock were to levy new eyes for his plumage from all admiration along his path.

The doctor's wife, in her satins and Indian cashmeres, followed him, moving with massive gentleness, a long ostrich plume in her bonnet tossing softly.