He thought that she smiled, and not unhappily.

"She is going away," he told himself; "she will go to parties, and see other people, and forget me." He tried to dash the bitterness of his heart at the thought, with the sweetness of unselfish love, but it was hard.

He plodded on to his work, the young springiness gone from his back and limbs, his face sternly downcast.
As for Lucina, she was in reality leaving Upham not unhappily.

She was young, and the sniff of change is to the young as the smell of powder to a war-horse.

New fields present always wide ranges of triumphant pleasure to youth.
Lucina, moreover, loved with girlish fervor the friend, Miss Rose Soley, whom she was going to visit in Boston.