Through this and that face the goddess might look, and the look was what she sought; as yet, the man was a minor quantity.
All at once it seemed to Ellen, looking at her mental picture of young Lloyd, that she could see love in his face yet more plainly, more according to her conception of it, than in the other.

She began to build an air-castle which had no reference whatever to Robert's position, and to his being the nephew of the richest factory-owner in Rowe, and so far as that went he had not a whit the advantage of Granville Joy in her eyes.

But Robert's face wore to her more of the guise of that for which the night and the moonlight, and her youth, had made her long.

So she began innocently to imagine a meeting with him at a picnic which would be held some time at Liberty Park.

She imagined their walking side by side, through a lovely dapple of moonlight like this, and saying things to each other.